Walk Down

LETRA

Walk Down

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, Spyder
(We got London on da Track) Uh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bad-ass bitch, you come and sit on dick
You talkin' all that shit, you cross the street, get hit (Facts)
Go bad on a bitch (Bad), I'm done sippin' Tris' (Huh)
I'm done gettin' rich (Done), got too much money, shit (Shit)
The 'Rari came with kit, my bitch know I'm slick
I'm done with all that playin', your ni*** gettin' blitzed (Blitzed)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm walkin' down (Woah), walk down (Woah)
Walk down (Woah), walk down (Woah)
Walk down on 'em, dog (Woah), walk down (Woah)
Walk down on them, baby, walk down (Woah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Real ni***, it's time to travel (Let's go)
Whole court in the street, hit the gavel (Hit the gavel)
I know hitters in New York, and they rappers
I know hitters out in London, can't travel (Woo), yeah
Put the gun down, ni***, drop you like Creed (Ayy)
Where I'm from, they say you pu*** if you go ski (Yeah)
Thе rose gold Patek on your head, yеah, Phillippe (Yeah)
I'm one time payin', that's a rich ni*** fee
Get a rush (Get a rush), just for steppin' (Just for steppin')
I hope I pass the test, been sippin' codeine (Yeah)
These is baguettes on a bitch, then she know me (She know me)
This Russian bitch wan' have kids, make me Soviet (Huh)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm walkin' down (Woah), walk down (Woah)
Walk down (Woah), walk down (Woah)
Walk down on 'em, dog (Woah), walk down (Woah)
Walk down on them, baby, walk down (Woah)

[Interlude: Project Pat & 211]
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killa
Bang, motherfuc***, boom, motherfuc***
Step off my nuts, the twelve gauge pump your side, buster

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Tryna fit the stick inside my coat, but I can't (Yeah)
Nine figure ni***, I'm the bank (Yeah)
You got one strike and you get spanked (Pussy)
I ain't A$AP Rocky, these ain't blanks (21)
These Kel-Tec'll turn your ass dank (Yeah)
The 'Rari came geeked (Yeah)
I'm on vacation, ridin' on a scooter, but I'm street (Yeah)
All my opps target practice, pin 'em to a tree (Yeah)
Supercharge the motor, 12 know that I'ma flee (Yeah)
If I send a blitz, they gon' know that it was me (Yeah)
We can't use a gun, we put fetty in his weed (Yeah)
All these hoes goin', man, I'm knowin' how it be (Yeah)
You can't hate a player when he call it Hi-C (Yeah)
She was doin' dick when you got down on that knee (Yeah)
Mob business, niggas get smacked, yeah, capiche (21)
Walk down on 'em like a dog without a leash (21)
You respect the belt, then it's peace (Pussy)
Savage keep a stick, I'm from the East, ni***
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm walkin' down (Woah), walk down (Woah)
Walk down (Woah), walk down (Woah)
Walk down on 'em, dog (Woah), walk down (Woah)
Walk down on them, baby, walk down (Woah)

[Outro: Project Pat & 211]
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killa
Bang, motherfuc***, boom, motherfuc***
Step off my nuts, the twelve gauge pump your side, buster