Young Nudy - Walk Down (Remix) lyrics

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Young Nudy - Walk Down (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Hold up, Kada, you recordin' this? [Chorus: FNF Chop] Clip so long, b*tch, it hang out the Glick' Big Chop walk down, don't hang out the whip Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a b*tch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick You better blow wit' your life when that day come Choppers on choppers, come take one b*tch, I'm a lock to come shake sum'n Keem been a lock, b*tch that's one of my day 1's [Verse 1: Sheff G] Huh (Ayy), huh Clip so long that I go off with the sh*t b*tch so thick, let her on the hip Boy, these chops so big that I walk with a limp (Ayy, huh) Look, huh Snipin' sh*t up, boy, they think that I'm pimpin' 3-3 in this clip but it's no Scottie Pippen We argue, we fight, su*k me up when I'm finished, uh Ayy, look I, I run it up, baggin' up all the breesh (Ayy) Look, Glock on my hip, get him close on the drill b*tch, I don't need a beam (Hol' on, huh, look, huh) Run down on that boy and we leave him deceased (Wait, huh) Don't do no talkin', we catch him, we [?] in the scene (Wait) Run up if you want, ni**as know how we get down He wanna get up, got hit, watch him lay down Hitters pull up and walk down with that Tre Pound (Huh, look, huh) Run up if you want, ni**as know how we get down He wanna get up, got hit, watch him lay down Hitters pull up and walk down with that Tre Pound [Verse 2: FNF Chop] I was down bad on my ass with like six straps You was not there, don't forget that Chopper break his ass in half like a kit kat b*tch we got smoke like a kickback Stock on the kit has no kickback Shoot but you miss, what you hittin' at? Talking that tough sh*t but what is you gettin' at? Cuffin' that thot, thot, ooh you kiss that b*tch on the lips [Chorus: FNF Chop] Clip so long, b*tch, it hang out the Glick' Big Chop walk down, don't hang out the whip Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a b*tch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick Bad b*tches on go, watch her dive for the dick Deep strokes, send her home, she on live wit' the sh*t Four nick with the beam, you can't hide from this b*tch All crane came attached, built inside of this b*tch [Verse 3: Young Nudy] Monster, East Atlanta Look at my gun, came with a beam (Yeah, fu*k you mean? Yessir) Look at my gun, just killed a ting (Ooh, Latto, okay) Too many bullets come out the b*tch (Brrr) Drop, drop a clip, pop another quick (Yeah) Tryna hit a headshot quick (Baow, baow, baow) Glock on me, b*tch, it won't jam (Yeah) Got one in the head, ready to blam (Yeah) Hand on hand, I'ma hit you don't point Broke ni**a, why you carryin' a Hotpoint? (Damn) Get you a twenty-six, I remember I was twenty-six Always stay with a strap on my hip (Yeah) Act crazy, chop screw some sh*t (Screw some sh*t) My DJ carry him a Glick' (Yeah) Security, he got him a stick (Him a stick) That one of my homie, shotta, he legit Why you try to tell me? Goin' in your sh*t (Baow, yeah) He like the ice on my wrist (On my wrist) She like the ice on my wrist (Your b*tch) He wanna rob for it (You robbin'?) She wanna cuss on my dick (Oh yeah) A-After I catch this body I'm back in this pussy, finna kill this b*tch Back to back fully auto in your b*tch (Brrr) I ain't with the [?] (Yeah) I be huggin' all these cuddle with sticks Lotta money, it's a Brinks (It's a Brinks) sh*t'll turn you to lick (To a licky) They ain't never seen this sh*t (Never) [Bridge: FNF Chop] 40's and carbons Glizzy make a fu*k ni**a dance like Carlton I don't wanna smoke your weed, sh*t garbage And I don't really trust no b*tch to be honest I got 40's and carbons Glizzy make a fu*k ni**a dance like Carlton I don't wanna smoke your weed, sh*t garbage And I don't really trust no b*tch to be honest [Chorus: FNF Chop] Clip so long, b*tch, it hang out the Glick' Big Chop walk down, don't hang out the whip Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a b*tch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick [Outro: FNF Chop] Clip so long, b*tch, it hang out the Glick' Big Chop walk down, don't hang out the whip Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a b*tch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick