"Walk Down Again" lyrics
Doe Boy & Babyface Ray Lyrics
Walk down again
Walk down again
Imma walk down again
Doebeezy, Doebeezy
Wake up get geeked, might walk down a opp street
6 feet deep where I'm trynna see a opp be
Niggas ain't street, he ran to the gram and blocked me
Know that cost a bag, ever see those shits on my feet
Beezybrush doing probably fucking on your thotty
100 racks all in your face I make you wanna rob me
Know you feel some kind of way, you probably wanna pop me
My youngin need a BBL, got all them fucking bodies (OH REALLY)
She see me and drop down to her knees
Trynna prove to the king that she down for the team
Hood rich I feel like king couple thou for the sneaks
All these rappers stealing sauce got it down to a T
Up a couple m's, you should copy off of me
But you can't cuz you're broke, you can't copy off a G
Repping R-B-M-G till the day I D-I-E
Say they shooting when we meet, well he just tell a L-I-E
He be saying this and that, but I bet he won't do shit to me
And it made me up this uzi, this bitch dance like lil uzi
I suggest you just salute me, cuz you know you ain't gonna shoot me
Nigga try me while I'm shopping, left a man down in Louis (OH REALLY)
Went to sleep geeked, woke up still geeked
Got a pretty face petite, pulled it out her then I skeet
Run these tires on your street, hit the pedal watch em scream
Ay you say you got em cheap, dem the ones we can meet
Face what you you doing probably fucking on this bitch
You can smell the za with the baccara that's mix
Tossin' all this paper finna pay these bitches rent
She just ate me up, I sent her out in a zip
Beezy [?]
Splash bros
1 yellow, 1 rose yeah that asshoe
I got bitches wall to wall, finna spazz on em
Heard them bitches (boop) did the dash on em
We do what we want and we live life like we ain't gotta care
Make a nigga talk right to the choppa, fuck a argument
You know I get v's done straight from [?]
Got my youngins creeping, watching stalking em
(Look) we treat the traphouse like an office yea
You ain't catch me somewhat where a boss is
I won't catch you nowhere 'less I'm logging in
I ain't gotta think if it's you or me
I hear all these niggas talking money speaking fluently
Your bitch choosing me, and I don't touch em unless it's 2 a piece
Wake up get geeked, might walk down a opp street
6 feet deep where I'm trynna see a opp be
Niggas ain't street, he ran to the gram and blocked me
Know that cost a bag, ever see those shits on my feet
Walk down again
Walk down again
Imma walk down again
Walk down again
Walk down again
Imma walk down again
Walk down again
Imma walk down again
Doebeezy, Doebeezy
Wake up get geeked, might walk down a opp street
6 feet deep where I'm trynna see a opp be
Niggas ain't street, he ran to the gram and blocked me
Know that cost a bag, ever see those shits on my feet
Beezybrush doing probably fucking on your thotty
100 racks all in your face I make you wanna rob me
Know you feel some kind of way, you probably wanna pop me
My youngin need a BBL, got all them fucking bodies (OH REALLY)
She see me and drop down to her knees
Trynna prove to the king that she down for the team
Hood rich I feel like king couple thou for the sneaks
All these rappers stealing sauce got it down to a T
Up a couple m's, you should copy off of me
But you can't cuz you're broke, you can't copy off a G
Repping R-B-M-G till the day I D-I-E
Say they shooting when we meet, well he just tell a L-I-E
He be saying this and that, but I bet he won't do shit to me
And it made me up this uzi, this bitch dance like lil uzi
I suggest you just salute me, cuz you know you ain't gonna shoot me
Nigga try me while I'm shopping, left a man down in Louis (OH REALLY)
Went to sleep geeked, woke up still geeked
Got a pretty face petite, pulled it out her then I skeet
Run these tires on your street, hit the pedal watch em scream
Ay you say you got em cheap, dem the ones we can meet
Face what you you doing probably fucking on this bitch
You can smell the za with the baccara that's mix
Tossin' all this paper finna pay these bitches rent
She just ate me up, I sent her out in a zip
Beezy [?]
Splash bros
1 yellow, 1 rose yeah that asshoe
I got bitches wall to wall, finna spazz on em
Heard them bitches (boop) did the dash on em
We do what we want and we live life like we ain't gotta care
Make a nigga talk right to the choppa, fuck a argument
You know I get v's done straight from [?]
Got my youngins creeping, watching stalking em
(Look) we treat the traphouse like an office yea
You ain't catch me somewhat where a boss is
I won't catch you nowhere 'less I'm logging in
I ain't gotta think if it's you or me
I hear all these niggas talking money speaking fluently
Your bitch choosing me, and I don't touch em unless it's 2 a piece
Wake up get geeked, might walk down a opp street
6 feet deep where I'm trynna see a opp be
Niggas ain't street, he ran to the gram and blocked me
Know that cost a bag, ever see those shits on my feet
Walk down again
Walk down again
Imma walk down again
Walk down again
Walk down again
Imma walk down again
Writer(s): Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Cotrell Dennard, Carlton Davis Mays Jr.
