"Walk Down Season" lyrics
"Walk Down Season"
(feat. T30)
(Who that, Trell?)
From havin' 'bows to halftime, hit the streets like this shit back in line
Stand over him, get close up, baby boy, don't need no guide
My grandma said I'm lucky to make it out these streets alive
For every dead brother, buy a chain, I'm keepin' this shit alive
Fuck school, nigga made the money 'cause we made rules
Don't never speak on the business, nigga, my Chrome Heart cashmere cost me a coupe
Give niggas belt with the boot, I ain't work on it, I ain't gang spooked
Jump out of the roof, ayy, switch cars to the coupe, woah
Just 'cause you hit somethin', that don't mean we gon' recruit
Nigga step all night in the field 'til we get somethin' on the news
My dad died 'fore I was two, so every cup I pour a deuce
See a stern look in his eyes, but he'll never tell the truth
Codeine dinner, no side, can't kick the Percs, I'm keepin' it cool
Talkin' to God every day, know I wan' repent somewhere soon
You hear the story, nigga, live by the gun, die by boom
Clean up the dirt on your street, that chopper a street sweeper, broom
From havin' 'bows to halftime, hit the streets like this shit back in line
Stand over him, get close up, baby boy, don't need no guide
My grandma said I'm lucky to make it out these streets alive
For every dead brother, buy a chain, I'm keepin' this shit alive
Fuck school, nigga made the money 'cause we made rules
Don't never speak on the business, nigga, my Chrome Heart cashmere cost me a coupe
Give niggas belt with the boot, I ain't work on it, I ain't gang spooked
Jump out of the roof, ayy, switch cars to the coupe, woah
These hoes in the way, they meet you in day, then fuck by the noon
They say, "That money gon' change you," what the fuck you think I'm supposed to do?
Keep my laces tied when I'm outside, I'm ready to cop out, shoot
That graveyard, talkin' to all my dead dogs, feel like I'm losin'
Don't think you gettin' no pass, you threw that cross in, well, I threw one too
That's your ho? She a real eater, I can't cuff her, let my brother get her
Big ten milli' impact, gon' hidden attack like John Cena hit you
My opps so broke, them boys can't come outside, nigga ain't seent them people
From havin' 'bows to halftime, hit the streets like this shit back in line
Stand over him, get close up, baby boy, don't need no guide
My grandma said I'm lucky to make it out these streets alive
For every dead brother, buy a chain, I'm keepin' this shit alive
Fuck school, nigga made the money 'cause we made rules
Don't never speak on the business, nigga, my Chrome Heart cashmere cost me a coupe
Give niggas belt with the boot, I ain't work on it, I ain't gang spooked
Jump out of the roof, ayy, switch cars to the coupe, woah
Ayy
Jump out of the roof, ayy, switch cars to the coupe, baby (Alright)
You can talk back
Jump out of the roof, ayy, switch cars to the coupe, baby
Yeah, man
Before I go to the back, I'm gettin' out motherfuckin' mackin' shit
You heard me? Got a whole lotta niggas that quit that, nigga
Free big Walk Down Gang
Long live J Boss, nigga, long live JDB
No bap
I'm finna get Lil Red
Aight
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- Lil Double 0 Lyrics
album:
"Laying Da Walkdown" (2026)
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