Interlude lyrics

[Intro]
(BandPlay)

[Chorus]
I got cash, yo' n*gga broke
Get off your ass, go sell some dope
I run with them slimes, wipin' your nose (Walk Down Gang)

[Verse 1]
In a car so fast, don't know where to go
Slidin' around just me and my lil' n*gga
Pull up and whack you, you hang with them Fours
Big Walk Down Gang, run this sh*t like a coach
b*tch, I move like a shotta, but I ain't got dreads
He ain't get put on ashirt, put they paralyzed his legs
When I shoot, I'ma aim for your head 'til you dead
Don't give a f*ck 'bout the rap 'cause the trap give me bread
I done been through the worst in this sh*t, I ain't scared
No cap, majority of my family is dead
I don't work at Subway, b*tch, I grew up the thug way
Double 07 touch different color bread (That bread lil' ho, lеt's go)

[Chorus]
I got cash, yo' n*gga broke
Get off your ass, go sell somе dope
I run with them slimes, wipin' your nose (Walk Down Gang, uh, let's go)
I got cash, yo' n*gga broke
Get off your ass, go sell some dope
I run with them slimes, wipin' your nose (Walk Down Gang)
[Verse 2]
If yo' n*gga broke, ho, you better leave him
Got a big booty scammer, I f*ck her, she give me her [?]
b*tch, I been havin' money, you know that I don't really need you
I'm servin', I'm trappin', I ride with the heater
Rockin' Air Force Ones, these b*tches Off-White
Got a bust down Rollia and a chain, sh*t light ice
Get the drop on the opps, bet I spin on the same night
On some young n*gga sh*t [?] for a opp
Bump stock got a flashlight
Where he at? Get the chop, I don't feel right
Say we beefin', but ain't never shot at me, that ain't right
Up the sco', that sh*t mean a n*gga play, lose his damn life
Gotta look at him twice, gotta make sure the pill right
Let's go

[Chorus]
I got cash, yo' n*gga broke
Get off your ass, go sell some dope
I run with them slimes, wipin' your nose (Walk Down Gang, uh, let's go)
I got cash, yo' n*gga broke
Get off your ass, go sell some dope
I run with them slimes, wipin' your nose (Walk Down Gang)

[Verse 3]
Big Walk Down Gang, I run this
Bump down on an opp with a hundred
Move you some 'bows of exotic and thump it
(The trap gon' roll from Monday to Sunday)
No cap, ain't no love in this sh*t, put my trust in the stick
You can marry the ho, still f*ckin' the b*tch
Lil Double 007 don't play for a NBA team, but I'm shootin' the Glock, no pick
Let's go
[Chorus]
I got cash, yo' n*gga broke
Get off your ass, go sell some dope
I run with them slimes, wipin' your nose (Walk Down Gang, uh, let's go)
I got cash, yo' n*gga broke
Get off your ass, go sell some dope
I run with them slimes, wipin' your nose (Walk Down Gang)