P Yungin - Walk It Out lyrics
[P Yungin - Walk It Out lyrics]
You know what it is big 38, nigga, 4K Trey
(WassamWop)
RIP Lil Trent, no
I ain't never showed no fake hand
These diamonds real on my neck
You play I bust your man
Choppa walk him down and leave him dead
Leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats bitch this
Extension it'll fuck your friend
I don't give no fuck cause, bitch
You know that I got fuckin' bands
Knots up in my pocket
Make that bullet fucking touch your friend
While they go touch your clique, I'ma
Be in the back seat, chopping it up with Ten
I thought he was up in a casket
And my whole gang they had a grand
Make that pussy touch the pavement
Since he speaking on me in the wind
Remember you ain't wanna fuck with me
Wanna fuck with me now in the end
Put this laser in your face and this
Bitch here gone touch your chin
I ain't gotta cock it one in the head
And that hoe more than 10
I got niggas who been juggin'
They been packing all up in the pen
Saw Big Gutter work that dog food
So he ain't have to work again
Runnin' in the streets and we was thuggin'
We was clutching sticks
Make them call your name nigga, bitch
That's on Lil fuckin' Trent
RIP Lil Trent, no
I ain't never showed no fake hand
These diamonds real on my neck
You play I bust your man
Choppa walk him down and leave him dead
Leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats, bitch
This extension it'll fuck your friend
RIP Lil Trent
Know I ain't never showed no fake hand
These diamonds real on my neck
You play I bust your man
Choppa walk him down and leave him dead
Leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats, bitch
This extension it'll fuck your friend
I don't give no fuck cause, bitch
You know that I got fuckin' bands
Knots up in my pocket
Make that bullet fucking touch your friend
While they go touch your click, I'ma
Be in the back seat, chopping it up with Ten
I thought he was up in a casket and
My whole gang they had a grand
(WassamWop)
RIP Lil Trent, no
I ain't never showed no fake hand
These diamonds real on my neck
You play I bust your man
Choppa walk him down and leave him dead
Leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats bitch this
Extension it'll fuck your friend
I don't give no fuck cause, bitch
You know that I got fuckin' bands
Knots up in my pocket
Make that bullet fucking touch your friend
While they go touch your clique, I'ma
Be in the back seat, chopping it up with Ten
I thought he was up in a casket
And my whole gang they had a grand
Make that pussy touch the pavement
Since he speaking on me in the wind
Remember you ain't wanna fuck with me
Wanna fuck with me now in the end
Put this laser in your face and this
Bitch here gone touch your chin
I ain't gotta cock it one in the head
And that hoe more than 10
I got niggas who been juggin'
They been packing all up in the pen
Saw Big Gutter work that dog food
So he ain't have to work again
Runnin' in the streets and we was thuggin'
We was clutching sticks
Make them call your name nigga, bitch
That's on Lil fuckin' Trent
RIP Lil Trent, no
I ain't never showed no fake hand
These diamonds real on my neck
You play I bust your man
Choppa walk him down and leave him dead
Leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats, bitch
This extension it'll fuck your friend
RIP Lil Trent
Know I ain't never showed no fake hand
These diamonds real on my neck
You play I bust your man
Choppa walk him down and leave him dead
Leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats, bitch
This extension it'll fuck your friend
I don't give no fuck cause, bitch
You know that I got fuckin' bands
Knots up in my pocket
Make that bullet fucking touch your friend
While they go touch your click, I'ma
Be in the back seat, chopping it up with Ten
I thought he was up in a casket and
My whole gang they had a grand