Walk Down (2024) lyrics

[Intro: Bankroll Freddie]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Phew, phew, Bankroll)

[Verse 1: Bankroll Freddie]
We can walk down, no shootin' at no cars (We gon' walk 'em down)
Diss me in a song (Garbage), lil' n*gga, you won't make it far (What? I just need my space right now)
Matter fact, your pus*y ass won't make it to tomorrow (Nah, come here, b*tch)
I got real deal shooters (Yeah, let's go), hey gon' hunt you like a hawk (Let's go)
Now they shoot you like a deer (Baow), I'm richer than my peers (I'm rich)
And this sh*t didn't come yesterday (Nah, nah), this sh*t took me some years (Took some years)
We all bleed the same (Brrt, brrt), it ain't no n*gga that I fear (We bleed the same)
And we done dropped a couple n*ggas, but I still ain't got no tears on my face (Baow, baow, shh)
b*tch, I'm paid (Yeah), f*ck it, bought the case (I'm rich)
And if I catch another one, I might just do the race (Yeah)
Ayy, ballin' is a habit, better ball like Joel and Pacers (Woo, woo)
You gon' f*ck 'round and go broke, you dummy b*tch, this ain't no race, yeah (Stupid)
Trappin' out the booth (Trap, trap), I even saw sold pounds with Space (Trap)
Sold so many pounds, this all my sh*t, I might go cop the Wraith (Skrrt)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Yeah, uh, walk a n*gga down (Go and walk him down)
We gon' shoot up houses, tryna chalk a n*gga out (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Ain't with all that talkin' (Nah, nah), tryna see what n*ggas 'bout (Not talkin')
Get goin' and drop that addy (Huh), we gon' pull up at his house (Drop the lo', b*tch, f*ck n*gga, yeah)
I'ma walk a n*gga down (Skrrt)
Uh, walk a n*gga down (Walk him down)
We gon' shoot up houses (Come here), tryna chalk a n*gga out (Baow, baow, baow)
Ain't with all that talkin' (Nah, nah), tryna see what n*ggas 'bout (Ain't with the talkin')
Get goin' and drop that addy (Yeah), we gon' pull up at his house (Baow)
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, bags and ice, two hundred in that Tesla, almost ran the light
Diamonds in my necklace, this b*tch pressure, look like flashin' lights
Can't stand the mice, we can shoot that pipe if he ain't tryna fight
Trapper n*gga, f*ck a rapper ho just for the braggin' rights
We got bankrolls, free my n*gga Freddy until his case closed
I just bought new presi' off of fetty, I keep a eight pole
My lil' shooter's heathen, b*tch, a demon, the way he takes souls
Shoot sh*t for no reason, it look easy when we make pros
f*ck the label, n*gga, CEO, get twenty-three a show
Walk him down, he was tryna run, we gettin' feet and throats
I cop ice and funds, he twenty-one and just got Kia wrote
Hit the sh*t so hard, I turn the eye the way I beat the dope

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Yeah, uh, walk a n*gga down (Go and walk him down)
We gon' shoot up houses, tryna chalk a n*gga out (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Ain't with all that talkin' (Nah, nah), tryna see what n*ggas 'bout (Not talkin')
Get goin' and drop that addy (Huh), we gon' pull up at his house (Drop the lo', b*tch, f*ck n*gga, yeah)
I'ma walk a n*gga down (Skrrt)
Uh, walk a n*gga down (Walk him down)
We gon' shoot up houses (Come here), tryna chalk a n*gga out (Baow, baow, baow)
Ain't with all that talkin' (Nah, nah), tryna see what n*ggas 'bout (Ain't with the talkin')
Get goin' and drop that addy (Yeah), we gon' pull up at his house (Baow)
I'm walk a n*gga down