WALK MY BLXCK! (feat. itsaedanhill)
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๐ Lyrics
Yeah I tape my wrists, squaring up to end the bullshit
I don't do no talkin, I just hit right where yo mouth is
Throw your fit, make a diss so you get no clicks
You act like a bitch, I throw my fist, and end the chump quick
Lurking through the night
As you hide
So you don't die
Hit em with a right
Maybe twice
Till he star-eyed
Pussy wanna cry
He just might
Cuz we outside
He too scared to fight
So he lie
About his glock nine
Pull up on him, sending bullets to face
Chances are slim that you gonna escape
I'm rolling on up and you running away
I run after pussy boy, get in a chase
Stop in my tracks and I'm upping the pole
Empty the mag, sending shots at yo dome
Hollow tips enter in back of yo skull
Bloody the road as you laying there null
Hating on the gang, give no fucks bout what you talk hoe
Hell gon be the pay if you walking down our block though
Walk my block
.243 hang out the window
Sights on lock
Sending shots right at the bimbo
Hunt my opps
Like some deer we finna rip throats
Step up, clocked
Throwing fists at Mr.
Aye
Walk my block
.243 hang out the window
Sights on lock
Sending shots right at the bimbo
Hunt my opps
Like some deer we finna rip throats
Step up, clocked
Throwing fists at Mr. Big Joke
Beat that boy down since he hate hearing the backlash
Pull on through yo town, you know its gon be a hack n slash
Hack n slash, grab the gat, load up all the straps
Run it back, pussy boy you not gon run it back
Count the cash, tuck the mac, run up in the stash
Count the cash, tuck the mac, run up on yo ass
Beat his ass down in the streets
If he barking like a bitch
He look weak, all damn week
We gon run up, raid his crib
Pop goes the glock but its not a damn weasel
Crack ya jaw, in the hawk, you lookin like an easel
Turn his face to black and blue
Bitch I keep like 50 goons
And I keep that .50 too
Run up you'll meet 62
Make his day shittier
Talk a lot he spittier
Pussy got his ego hurt
Beat a bitch no Egovert
Make his day shittier
Talk a lot he spittier
Pussy got his ego hurt
Beat a bitch no Egovert
Walk my block
.243 hang out the window
Sights on lock
Sending shots right at the bimbo
Hunt my opps
Like some deer we finna rip throats
Step up, clocked
Throwing fists at Mr.
Aye
Walk my block
.243 hang out the window
Sights on lock
Sending shots right at the bimbo
Hunt my opps
Like some deer we finna rip throats
Step up, clocked
Throwing fists at Mr. Big Joke
I don't do no talkin, I just hit right where yo mouth is
Throw your fit, make a diss so you get no clicks
You act like a bitch, I throw my fist, and end the chump quick
Lurking through the night
As you hide
So you don't die
Hit em with a right
Maybe twice
Till he star-eyed
Pussy wanna cry
He just might
Cuz we outside
He too scared to fight
So he lie
About his glock nine
Pull up on him, sending bullets to face
Chances are slim that you gonna escape
I'm rolling on up and you running away
I run after pussy boy, get in a chase
Stop in my tracks and I'm upping the pole
Empty the mag, sending shots at yo dome
Hollow tips enter in back of yo skull
Bloody the road as you laying there null
Hating on the gang, give no fucks bout what you talk hoe
Hell gon be the pay if you walking down our block though
Walk my block
.243 hang out the window
Sights on lock
Sending shots right at the bimbo
Hunt my opps
Like some deer we finna rip throats
Step up, clocked
Throwing fists at Mr.
Aye
Walk my block
.243 hang out the window
Sights on lock
Sending shots right at the bimbo
Hunt my opps
Like some deer we finna rip throats
Step up, clocked
Throwing fists at Mr. Big Joke
Beat that boy down since he hate hearing the backlash
Pull on through yo town, you know its gon be a hack n slash
Hack n slash, grab the gat, load up all the straps
Run it back, pussy boy you not gon run it back
Count the cash, tuck the mac, run up in the stash
Count the cash, tuck the mac, run up on yo ass
Beat his ass down in the streets
If he barking like a bitch
He look weak, all damn week
We gon run up, raid his crib
Pop goes the glock but its not a damn weasel
Crack ya jaw, in the hawk, you lookin like an easel
Turn his face to black and blue
Bitch I keep like 50 goons
And I keep that .50 too
Run up you'll meet 62
Make his day shittier
Talk a lot he spittier
Pussy got his ego hurt
Beat a bitch no Egovert
Make his day shittier
Talk a lot he spittier
Pussy got his ego hurt
Beat a bitch no Egovert
Walk my block
.243 hang out the window
Sights on lock
Sending shots right at the bimbo
Hunt my opps
Like some deer we finna rip throats
Step up, clocked
Throwing fists at Mr.
Aye
Walk my block
.243 hang out the window
Sights on lock
Sending shots right at the bimbo
Hunt my opps
Like some deer we finna rip throats
Step up, clocked
Throwing fists at Mr. Big Joke