Walk Away lyrics

by

ILL BILL


[Intro]
Back the f*ck up!

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Guzzle vodka like Russian Mafia
Start bar fights, the vibe our type
Drinkin' Irish car bombs 'til my mind's not right
Or better yet perfect, destroy hotel rooms and burn sh*t
We go to war for our right to party, perverted pus*y poppin'
Drop it like it's hot, grimy in the spot
b*tch bend over to pop the Henny bottle in her twat
X rated when we get faded, we get high homie, elevated
My favorite way to celebrate it, mix liquors like a scientist
I hold a drink in еach hand, call me Iron Fist
Throw chairs when the DJ play Antе Up
We don't care, sipping rum out of the Stanley Cup
Never stop from sundown to sunrise, the fun never dies
We creatures of the night, sleep the day away, we never see the light
We live the vampire life, finger on the pulse of pulmonaries
Breakfast at 6PM, raw kush and Bloody Marys

[Chorus: Ironic]
Hey yo! Get your boots laced right, tight
Tonight we getting into huge fights
Hey yo! Ain't coming home from the club
'Til some punk's covered in his own blood
A few screws loose with a huge set of nuts
Ain't nobody f*cking with us (No!)
Ain't nobody f*cking with us (Hell no!)
Ain't nobody f*cking with us
[Verse 2: Sabac Red]
Got toxic behaviors and a passion for filth
Pop a package of pills, numb the action and guilt
Ill addiction, molly tripping, you are politicking
In the strip club, lap dance, she let you slip your di*k in
Now you sick and your balls burn, got caught up on your turn
You should have walked away but you stayed, when will y'all learn?
Don't play Bac, say nothing to Bill
Run the risk of getting dissed, flipped, or punched in the grill
Not a tough guy, a puffed eye
Bus drive and flush five
Plus I crush lines, f*ck lies, non-fiction
My vision, truth and the pain
How you a baller and a player but keep losing the game?
Like a 360 deal, your ex done took you for your cash flow
The cop who locked you up done straight treated you like an as*h*le
Misery and conflict, aggression and will
Your belligerent behavior got you messed with and killed

[Chorus: Ironic]
Hey yo! Get your boots laced up tight
Tonight we getting into huge fights
Hey yo! Ain't coming home from the club
'Til some goon's covered in his own blood
A few screws loose with a huge set of nuts
Ain't nobody f*cking with us (No!)
Ain't nobody f*cking with us (Hell no!)
Ain't nobody f*cking with us (Hell no!)
[Verse 3: Celph Titled]
Gunslinger with two on the hip, one on the ankle
Yeah I got contracts but none from a label
I had hoop dreams but they were visions of me slam dunking your brain in a dumpster container
Howie Mandel, call The Banker, tell 'em it ain't no deal
Feed you ammo buffets, give you a wholesome meal
TGIF, Thank God It's Friday
But when my watch has no face it's like Ruby Tuesdays
f*ck a b*tch, f*ck a hoe, f*ck the womb that you came from
I'm the dude with the same gun that John Wilkes Booth had Abe done
You should have walked away son, that liquor found on your breath
Left you with them birds chirping all around in your head
So get wasted party animals and drink this Jack Daniels so your whole body's flammable
Ignite this match and you'll die hard
Throw you headfirst into a trashcan at your favorite dyke bar

[Chorus: Ironic]
Hey yo! Get your boots laced right, tight
Tonight we getting into huge fights
Hey yo! Ain't coming home from the club
'Til some punk's covered in his own blood
A few screws loose with a huge set of nuts
Ain't nobody f*cking with us (No!)
Ain't nobody f*cking with us (Hell no!)
Ain't nobody f*cking with us (Hell no!)
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