(Jay got the motherfuckin' 808s bumpin', don't him?)
Mmm, mmm, record
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm-hmm
Mmm-hmm, mmm
(We love you, Perc)
Only drive on
Only drive on the move, can't spin
Get trapped, but you get boxed in
Still rollin', trap still pumpin', street shit slimy, watch your man
Freak lil' bitch wanna fuck with her friend (Walk down), I told them hoes they be doing too much (Uh, uh, walk down, uh)
Can't love no bitch, just run my bands, I'd rather get into some other stuff
Bulletproof, is it not an armored truck?
Who your crew? No, you niggas ain't done enough (Your man and you)
Your man's ass through, ooh
Smoking on opps, 'bout two (Shit)
I didn't come from LA, I come from the hellplay
Double 0 live ruthless like Eazy E crew
Hit a lick, get a pack like every day, I meant that cause we ridin' 'round with the sticks in the coupe
Walk down with my man, one deep, by myself, no playin', shootin' both of my hands when I'm through
Eighty thousand for AP, got a couple niggas ain't seen eighteen From the North Memphis zoo, you know that's the truth
A nigga been steppin' and walkin' so long
Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down, uh
Every round, we lift the chop right up, ain't no opps around, broke niggas turned into dust
Trap in the snow or the rain, don't sleep, get bucks (Hatin' nigga)
Old nigga, like T-Pain on us (Walk down, walk down, uh)
Can't be running no game cause you run with the bogus (Walk down, walk down, uh)
Stayed down to the ground, tell me you didn't notice (Go crazy, walk)
(Won't do the same, niggas ain't built the same, no changing lanes cause it's smoke)
That Glock got a box on the back, you ain't notice?
Trap house, took the hinge off the door 'cause it's 24/7 wide open
Pretty sure when I fuck her, she want a motion picture
I just told my niggas, we smoking opps, back-to-back, rollin' niggas
I can't keep no bitch up on my mind cause these hoes fuckin' everybody (Ayy, walk down, walk down)
AK with a knife on it, like 4L, tryna leave four dead bodies (Uh, uh)
Hit your block in a shootout, drive-by, the new Audi
Gang not a crew and a crew not is us (Ho, ho)
Don't get no sleep, every day I'm geeked
Ever seen so much money in the room like, "Who can you trust?"
Cause you can't (Can't)
Okay, never seen the opps in the bank (No)
Every day, I'm geeked on pills and drank, Double a Wock' star, rockstar, do what they can't (Walk down, walk down, walk down, huh)
Niggas ain't having more cash than us (Uh-uh), nigga went spent a ??? of these bags up
Double couldn't do the scam, rather sell a gram, put the ski mask on, it's a robbery
Rocking Balenciaga with a choppa tucked, cheese in my pockets, like a pizza truck
Your bitch ain't no bitch, man, how I just fucked? (Your bitch ain't no bitch, man, how I just fucked?)
I can't be no gentleman, I had to run up bands, I was in the trap all night (Uh, uh), fucking two damn sluts
Everywhere I go, I got two damn cups (Nigga), Walk Down Gang keep shooting shit up (Nigga, uh)
Fuck the security, I'll shoot this bitch up
Closed casket with no plastic, the switch hit his body, it fucked him up
Lil' bitch so bad, had to fuck in the Maybach truck, all day she set niggas up (Walk down, uh)
Uh, uh, go, bae
Only drive on the move, can't spin
Get trapped, but you get boxed in
Still rollin', trap still pumpin', street shit slimy, watch your man
Freak lil' bitch wanna fuck with her friend (Walk down), I told them hoes they be doing too much (Uh, uh, walk down, uh)
Can't love no bitch, just run my bands, I'd rather get into some other stuff
Bulletproof, is it not an armored truck?
Who your crew? No, you niggas ain't done enough (Your man and you)
Your man's ass through, ooh
Smoking on opps, 'bout two (Shit)
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