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Walk Em Down
H.G.M.
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I got money in the streets and it's callin' me (And it's callin' me)
And lil' mama at home, she want all of me (She want all of me)
So I'ma take the risk to get it 'cause this lifestyle expensive
Choose to cry in the Civic, girl, that's fine with me
My plug numbers different, so they try to shop through me
In middle school, I was ballin', I ain't talkin' league
Ain't talkin' Ps, I'm playin' deaf when you talkin' cheap
After she get it off the floor, I get her off her knees
Thinkin' with his dick, got him hit, couldn't bargain me
HGM 'til I'm trim 'cause this shit a part of me
Either kill or be killed, get real, that's the park in me
I'm a top dog in this shit, so they target me, pardon me
Tryna hit the nigga in the car with him, chargin' him
Tax you for the high, ain't no arguin'
When you pick a side, stay there, better march with 'em
Know my shooters ready when I put the extra charge in 'em
When them prices get out of hand, then we gon' talk 'em down
And if I tell my driver park, then we gon' walk you down
Execute the opps, this shit'll never stop
Sound asleep while I'm standin' up, that's a heavy nod (Huh)
Hard ballin', no Skelly, we call it Fetty Wap (Ugh)
Sneak dissin', but missin' with all them petty shots (Ugh)
Accused of bein' a rodent, but he said he not
Said he as solid as it get, but, shit, I bet he not (Huh?)
Tamperin' with the fire pin on every shot (Huh?)
GI-A certificate for every ride (Huh?)
They know I'm from the block and I can't change that
Blood went to the pen as a nerd, came out with gang tats
You got all them gang tats with your lame ass, bitch, explain that
Tryna convince the killers he a killer, but he ain't that
Tryna commence to drill him, we been drillin' shit since way back
Sendin' niggas to 'spitals, he was dead, but then he came back
Got K around even when gang ain't 'round, I keep the flame around
He say he down, but he ain't came around, we don't be hangin' out
My banger out, the nigga play with me, then we gon' bang it out
I stay around, make sure he stayin' down, after that, came the shout
Nigga, and I got more than four on me
If niggas know me, niggas know don't need no one to blow for me
Slide on my lonely with this pole with my niggas on go for me
Let homie play and he gon' lay and they throwin' a show for him
That's on the dead ones
Pull up on the moped nigga and get his dreads done
Dye that shit red, get his head bust, let the rest gush
Niggas doin' backwards murders, bitch, that's a redrum
If ain't nobody die on that mission, then that's a dead one
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