作詞
Bryson Potts/Carlos Daniel Muñoz/CashMoneyAP/Roddy Ricch
作曲
Bryson Potts/Carlos Daniel Muñoz/CashMoneyAP/Roddy Ricch
CashMoneyAP
Ooh, ooh, no, no
NLE the Top Shotta
Posted, in front of the trap
Selling dope, 'till the sun come down
Take a fuck nigga right off the map
When I hit him, with this whole hundred rounds
Young joc, in the club, with my Glock
You want to play and then this bitch going down
We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin'
Imma lay him down like he in the lounge
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk down on 'em in Balenciaga runners
My blood, slime a nigga out, just like a anaconda
You go against me, then you fuck, just like a used condom
I roll 'em up, and then I smoke 'em, like some good ganja
Ay, still doing drive-bys, but I want to walk 'em
If I can't find 'em, you know I'm gonna stalk 'em
Caution tape up on the scene, I had to white chalk 'em
Running from my gun, but my bullets had to hawk 'em
Posted, in front of the trap
Selling dope, till the sun come down
Take a fuck nigga right off the map
When I hit him, with this whole hundred rounds
Young joc, in the club, with my Glock
You want to play, and then this bitch going down
We ain't hesitatin' bullets get to blazin'
Imma lay him down like he in the lounge
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Nigga, I was posted on the corner, where the jays at
Roll up in the four by four, pull at the corner store
And I got red in my drink, when I pour up soda
I remember praying that the feds never take the Motorola
Choppa got the choppa, make 'em do a backflip
Pay my dog a dime to walk him down, he need the racks bitch
I've been drinkin, I been taking all this codeine to the face
Got a lot of m's in the safe
Caught a murder, then I beat the case
I was just about to do the race
Posted, in front of the trap
Selling dope, till the sun come down
Take a fuck nigga right off the map
When I hit him, with this whole hundred rounds
Young joc, in the club, with my Glock
You want to play, and then this bitch going down
We ain't hesitatin' bullets get to blazin'
Imma lay him down like he in the lounge
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down