P Yungin, Rico Taliban - Walk It Out (Remix) 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

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

When it's all livid the scars trendin'
The hood prince it was meant don't forget
The hood can't see without me
I'm the neighborhood lens
Somebody get my opps some vodka
Heard them niggas hidin' they kin
If I buy them extra legs
Them niggas still won't stand a chance
Tell 'em free BaBa Osama
Money fallin' out my pants
Niggas think I killed they grandma
I done smoked a million grams
On this flight with fifty bands
I spend twenty when I land
Hear a million voices sayin' don't lose
I was really in the streets before my YouTube
I was really in the streets
Before this Pro Tools
Hardbody nigga, go and check my statue
I'm geeked as hell
I get to feelin' like I'm Urkel
Got in DSquared² and got them
Bitches out my circle
I just think where I'm born at
That's where I'm sippin' purple
I just got to New Orleans
Bought Saint Laurent and Perkies
You ain't cut like that
We know that you the scared nigga
I buy army guns just to shoot
Above the legs with 'em
You better not tuck your tail, I got
It tucked, don't go and tell, nigga
I'm shippin' all this smoke like for real
How this mail get here?

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