GWalk lyrics

Ha n*gga crest in peace Tutu
n*gga, n*gga 2 lane crazy on you little n*ggas b*tch

I'm a hot n*gga, b*tch somebody call the firefighters
n*ggas slide down, pack him out like a flyswatter
Big Glock for these little n*ggas still speakin'
This choppa rounds made a n*gga twist like tweaking
I'm far from an angel, litltle n*gga I'm a demon
This chop like a broom, on they block it be sweeping
Ran up on a n*gga, like a athlete
Keep your b*tch tucked, but we running like a track meet
Bro in the back pouring 4, sippin' faygo
All about the cheese, break your b*tch like a lego
Creepin' through they section, all black with no mask on
Hit the b*tch once, tear it up, now her back gone
The b*tch running in cheese, she a f*cking rat
f*cked the b*tch from the back, n*ggas made it clap
And I don't really do the dissing, I'm just stating facts
Speaking down on little tu gets your brain splat
223's had to push a n*gga face back
And I ain't worried bout you n*ggas, b*tch I'm laid back
40 on me, aim high that's a dome shot
House to the neck, getting head call it don't talk
Middle fingers to you sucka n*ggas
2 lane crazy, and all my n*ggas got chops like the f*cking navy
I play hoes, hell nah b*tch you can't play me
b*tch, pay a fee to hit, but ain't that your little baby?