Walk Down lyrics
by FNF Chop
[Intro]
Why is everything chrome?
Bridge:
Cash...
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
Verse 1:
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
Try him, I'll face sum'n, roll up the face, 1 big backwood to the muhf*ckin' dome
In the trap for too long think it's time to go home
Had the b*tch for too long so I told her move on
For the future whip plays, had to switch up the phones
Trap boomin' got the
train
doing numbers
Big Glock with a clip full of thunder
1 shot put a f*ck n*gga under
(HUH ADLIB)
I was down bad on my ass with like 6 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... oooooooh you kiss that b*tch on the lips
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 di*k
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
Bridge:
40's & carbons
Glizzy make a f*ck n*gga 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 & carbons
Glizzy make a f*ck n*gga 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
(OOOOOH, HEY! adlib)
Hook:
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
(repeat) ((OOOOOH, HEY! adlib)
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