Lil Gotit, CEO Trayle, Lil Double 0, Biggz (YSL) - Walk Down lyrics
Lil Gotit [Semaja Zair Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Gotit, CEO Trayle, Lil Double 0, Biggz YSL - Walk Down lyrics]
Walk his ass down
It's Lil Double 0 and the Walk Down Gang
Yeah, it's YSL the business
Walk his ass down, YSL slatt, slatt
Yeah, we got C4, the bomb
In this motherfucker, the backdoor kicker
Yeah, we also got Lil Gotit in here
We also got Lil Biggz in that G5
And we gon' walk your stupid ass down
All about that money, nigga
And you know how we comin'
Straight from Bleveland, 'till we see you
Walk his ass down walk his ass down
Walk his ass down walk his ass down
Walk his ass down walk his ass down
Walk his ass down choppas on choppas
And it's filled up with oppas
Keep her doing with info
She set her locates to drop you
And we move like a mobster
Eatin on steak, shrimp and lobster
Kept it up with some millions
We talkin' bout millions with pasta
(Let's get it)
Catch him comin' through the
Cut, he lackin', wrong day
Fillеd him up with hollow rounds
I did her son the wrong way
Stayin' down to get this
Papеr, I'm locked in
All ten to the streets
No industry, I'm in the streets, everyday
I tote that heat
You play with fire, you catch the canon
And you know I move discreet
Surround myself around real gangstas
I clear hammers, i handle mine
I spin your shit at
Anytime, you all business
That crossed my mind
You picked your side, now walk
The line, you caught slippin'
That cost a dime
Ayy, mi casa su casa
I red dot him, who shot him
I walked him down with no problem
I kicked that door with Lil Gotit
I up the score and they silent
I'm on a plane, and it's private
And I can't change or disguise it
Up free the gang, cause they solid'
Oh, Mr and Mrs door Kicker
I think his strap got two bodies
This a Hellcat, no Ducati
3 Ms in the back, but no Mazi
You still ain't made the deposit
They love my name in the projects
Can't hang he ain't got no bodies
Walk down, get beamed up to Scotty
(Let's go)
Walk his ass down walk his ass down
Walk his ass down walk his ass down
Walk his ass down walk his ass down
Walk his ass down choppas on choppas
And it's filled up with oppas
Keep her doing with info
She set her locates to drop you
And we move like a mobster
Eatin on steak, shrimp and lobster
Kept it up with some millions
We talkin' bout millions with pasta (Slatt)
Walk his ass down
Since he hanging with them other guys
Like, fuck a putdown, only way
You with my gang, is if you walk shit down
Ain't got to watch the backdoor
Know C4, gon' come through
Gon' slang that iron
While they took off her big brother, but I
Still fucked her cause I'm double slime
Slatt six shots up in his stomach
Give that boy an ache
Lil' bro gone hang out with that
Carbon, but I'm a sergeant
Walk down with the Drac'
Your shooter scared, lil' bro, he
Aimin' for the legs, take off his face
Hop out, car go 200
(200) , police can't keep up
Bitch I'm runnin' (slatt, slatt, slatt)
Nigga play we dumpin'
(Hop out) , lil' bro gon' walk sum down
Walk his ass down (Ayy, down, ayy)
Walk his ass down (Walk him down)
Walk his ass down walk his ass down
Walk his ass down
Walk his ass down (Woah, slatt)
Walk his ass down choppas on choppas
And it's filled up with oppas
Keep her doing with info
She set her locates to drop you
And we move like a mobster
Eatin on steak, shrimp and lobster
Kept it up with some millions
We talkin' bout millions with pasta (Slatt)
Walk walk
Walk walk
Walk walk
Walk walk (walk)
It's Lil Double 0 and the Walk Down Gang
Yeah, it's YSL the business
Walk his ass down, YSL slatt, slatt
Yeah, we got C4, the bomb
In this motherfucker, the backdoor kicker
Yeah, we also got Lil Gotit in here
We also got Lil Biggz in that G5
And we gon' walk your stupid ass down
All about that money, nigga
And you know how we comin'
Straight from Bleveland, 'till we see you
Walk his ass down walk his ass down
Walk his ass down walk his ass down
Walk his ass down walk his ass down
Walk his ass down choppas on choppas
And it's filled up with oppas
Keep her doing with info
She set her locates to drop you
And we move like a mobster
Eatin on steak, shrimp and lobster
Kept it up with some millions
We talkin' bout millions with pasta
(Let's get it)
Catch him comin' through the
Cut, he lackin', wrong day
Fillеd him up with hollow rounds
I did her son the wrong way
Stayin' down to get this
Papеr, I'm locked in
All ten to the streets
No industry, I'm in the streets, everyday
I tote that heat
You play with fire, you catch the canon
And you know I move discreet
Surround myself around real gangstas
I clear hammers, i handle mine
I spin your shit at
Anytime, you all business
That crossed my mind
You picked your side, now walk
The line, you caught slippin'
That cost a dime
Ayy, mi casa su casa
I red dot him, who shot him
I walked him down with no problem
I kicked that door with Lil Gotit
I up the score and they silent
I'm on a plane, and it's private
And I can't change or disguise it
Up free the gang, cause they solid'
Oh, Mr and Mrs door Kicker
I think his strap got two bodies
This a Hellcat, no Ducati
3 Ms in the back, but no Mazi
You still ain't made the deposit
They love my name in the projects
Can't hang he ain't got no bodies
Walk down, get beamed up to Scotty
(Let's go)
Walk his ass down walk his ass down
Walk his ass down walk his ass down
Walk his ass down walk his ass down
Walk his ass down choppas on choppas
And it's filled up with oppas
Keep her doing with info
She set her locates to drop you
And we move like a mobster
Eatin on steak, shrimp and lobster
Kept it up with some millions
We talkin' bout millions with pasta (Slatt)
Walk his ass down
Since he hanging with them other guys
Like, fuck a putdown, only way
You with my gang, is if you walk shit down
Ain't got to watch the backdoor
Know C4, gon' come through
Gon' slang that iron
While they took off her big brother, but I
Still fucked her cause I'm double slime
Slatt six shots up in his stomach
Give that boy an ache
Lil' bro gone hang out with that
Carbon, but I'm a sergeant
Walk down with the Drac'
Your shooter scared, lil' bro, he
Aimin' for the legs, take off his face
Hop out, car go 200
(200) , police can't keep up
Bitch I'm runnin' (slatt, slatt, slatt)
Nigga play we dumpin'
(Hop out) , lil' bro gon' walk sum down
Walk his ass down (Ayy, down, ayy)
Walk his ass down (Walk him down)
Walk his ass down walk his ass down
Walk his ass down
Walk his ass down (Woah, slatt)
Walk his ass down choppas on choppas
And it's filled up with oppas
Keep her doing with info
She set her locates to drop you
And we move like a mobster
Eatin on steak, shrimp and lobster
Kept it up with some millions
We talkin' bout millions with pasta (Slatt)
Walk walk
Walk walk
Walk walk
Walk walk (walk)