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Walk (feat. 302pmoney) Video (MV)




Performed By: G.Lov16th
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Garry Paschowll




G.Lov16th - Walk (feat. 302pmoney) Lyrics
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I'ma walk with my f*ckin' stick, yeah I walk with my f*ckin' blick, yeah
I walk with my f*ckin' stick, yeah I walk with my f*ckin' blick, yeah
You catch me on that f*ckin' block, I got a blick on me
And if it's noise goin' down, them niggas stickin' on me
We got the f*ckin' Dreko in the f*ckin' trunk We catch him on that f*ckin' block
Hit him in his eye, drill him out that f*ckin' loc
We gon' catch him on that f*ckin' block, It's a drill time
My niggas got them ARs and them sticks, it's a kill time
My niggas they be big and f*ckin' shot, It's a meal time
My niggas they gon' catch him on that block, We gon' kill time
We gon' catch him on that block, We gon' catch him up
Nigga want some f*ckin' work you know it we give him hiccups
Nigga want some f*ckin' work you know what we gon' do him in
We catch him on that block, know how we gon' send him in
Send him in, my niggas got them Glocks, they gon' bend again
Niggas talkin' down on the gang like we Senegane
All my niggas got the f*ckin' Dreko, they gon
Unh, hit him with that
Hit him with that
Uh-uh, all my niggas makin' f*ckin' shots, that's gon' Dreko
Yeah, call him Dreko, call that nigga Dreko
He gon' slide up on the block now
We don't give a f*ck, guess what, we sendin' shots now
Send a f*ckin' shot, shot your top, we gon' let him pop
Milly Rod hit your f*ckin' bar, we gon' let him stop
We don't give a f*ck, we send them niggas right up on your block
Steal up all your packs and go on back, I'm just spoke back
We don't give a f*ck, real nigga shit
Real dirty bitch, she gon' lick up all the dick
Nasty shit, she threw a quick, I kicked the bitch up off the crib
Said, bitch, you gotta go
Ain't no Uber around here
Yeah, we gettin' packs, ain't no movies round here
Big tickets sellin', big weight out here
If you want the smoke, pull up right here
We ain't lookin', ain't no heart in seat, missiles at your brain
Big gas in the f*ckin' air
3.5 in the air, we gon' smoke it all
Till the phase passes to the bros, that's how it go
We don't give a f*ck about these random niggas
Oh no, yeah, what that nigga wanna do
Oh, oh, yeah, pull up on that nigga, take it slow
Oh yeah, take it slow
Oh yeah
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I'ma walk with my f*ckin' stick, yeah I walk with my f*ckin' blick, yeah
I walk with my f*ckin' stick, yeah I walk with my f*ckin' blick, yeah
You catch me on that f*ckin' block, I got a blick on me
And if it's noise goin' down, them niggas stickin' on me
We got the f*ckin' Dreko in the f*ckin' trunk We catch him on that f*ckin' block
Hit him in his eye, drill him out that f*ckin' loc
We gon' catch him on that f*ckin' block, It's a drill time
My niggas got them ARs and them sticks, it's a kill time
My niggas they be big and f*ckin' shot, It's a meal time
My niggas they gon' catch him on that block, We gon' kill time
We gon' catch him on that block, We gon' catch him up
Nigga want some f*ckin' work you know it we give him hiccups
Nigga want some f*ckin' work you know what we gon' do him in
We catch him on that block, know how we gon' send him in
Send him in, my niggas got them Glocks, they gon' bend again
Niggas talkin' down on the gang like we Senegane
All my niggas got the f*ckin' Dreko, they gon
Unh, hit him with that
Hit him with that
Uh-uh, all my niggas makin' f*ckin' shots, that's gon' Dreko
Yeah, call him Dreko, call that nigga Dreko
He gon' slide up on the block now
We don't give a f*ck, guess what, we sendin' shots now
Send a f*ckin' shot, shot your top, we gon' let him pop
Milly Rod hit your f*ckin' bar, we gon' let him stop
We don't give a f*ck, we send them niggas right up on your block
Steal up all your packs and go on back, I'm just spoke back
We don't give a f*ck, real nigga shit
Real dirty bitch, she gon' lick up all the dick
Nasty shit, she threw a quick, I kicked the bitch up off the crib
Said, bitch, you gotta go
Ain't no Uber around here
Yeah, we gettin' packs, ain't no movies round here
Big tickets sellin', big weight out here
If you want the smoke, pull up right here
We ain't lookin', ain't no heart in seat, missiles at your brain
Big gas in the f*ckin' air
3.5 in the air, we gon' smoke it all
Till the phase passes to the bros, that's how it go
We don't give a f*ck about these random niggas
Oh no, yeah, what that nigga wanna do
Oh, oh, yeah, pull up on that nigga, take it slow
Oh yeah, take it slow
Oh yeah
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Writer: Garry Paschowll
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