"Walk Down" lyrics
We Hollygrove, we R.I.P. shit
We Hollygrove, we R.I.P. shit
We Hollygrove, we R.I.P. shit
Free Killa, bitch
We Hollygrove, we R.I.P. shit
We Hollygrove, we-
I remember we'd see Sane 'nem and got all on they ass
We got rolls and we got poles and bitches, plus they stupid bad
Catch you loafin' on North Ave, your tag gon' need a fuckin' tag
I got cash, plus these Purple jeans that's hangin' off my ass
This shorty black, I call Famous, there he go, he on your ass
Until his day, it's free Killa, did the dash until he crashed
But away, we gon' hit the O and empty hella mags, you niggas fags
Got your bitch right here, smackin' on her ass
We like Glocks and we like hot cars
You niggas broke, I'm laughin' at you, haha
Moe Man got that pack, they hit his phone, say this that zaza
I fucked her good and sent her off, your bitch still call me dada
We hit your blocks with Glocks and set it off, this bitch go, "Fah, fah"
This bitch like fast cars, he like NASCARs
If he a bitch, then he a bitch, boy, that's his damn fault
He popped out on his block with a fade, we left his ass bald
Travis hit the line, make sure I'm good, my last call
He dissed the gang, pull up where he hang and knock his ass off
Shorty off the Xans, he loose as hell, I watched him dead walk
You on that block, you tweakin', pull up, knock your head off
You in the party, shake your head, I'll knock your dreads off
Back to the opps, we gon' pull up and send some shots
You come through fast, we flip your hot
Free Lil K, bound to send some shots
The 4s, we got the city hot
The 'Sanes, they claimin' what they not
Foenem done fucked on all the thots
And we done spinned a lot of blocks
And we done sent a lot of shots
And we done took a lot of Glocks
And I ain't got time 'cause I ain't no clock, bitch
Get wet up like a mop, bitch
I'm up top smokin' Top, bitch
I'm coolin' with your thot, bitch
I'm coolin' with your thot, bitch, in the two-seater
And I'm groovy and I'm clutching' on my motherfuckin' heater
I got two Glockies, knock you out the Rocky, your bitch give me toppy
I hate the opps, everything I do, they ass gon' try to copy
I'm on my block and if you say I'm not, bitch, come try to stop me
We Hollygrove, we R.I.P. shit
We Hollygrove, we R.I.P. shit
Free Killa, bitch
We Hollygrove, we R.I.P. shit
We Hollygrove, we-
I remember we'd see Sane 'nem and got all on they ass
We got rolls and we got poles and bitches, plus they stupid bad
Catch you loafin' on North Ave, your tag gon' need a fuckin' tag
I got cash, plus these Purple jeans that's hangin' off my ass
This shorty black, I call Famous, there he go, he on your ass
Until his day, it's free Killa, did the dash until he crashed
But away, we gon' hit the O and empty hella mags, you niggas fags
Got your bitch right here, smackin' on her ass
We like Glocks and we like hot cars
You niggas broke, I'm laughin' at you, haha
Moe Man got that pack, they hit his phone, say this that zaza
I fucked her good and sent her off, your bitch still call me dada
We hit your blocks with Glocks and set it off, this bitch go, "Fah, fah"
This bitch like fast cars, he like NASCARs
If he a bitch, then he a bitch, boy, that's his damn fault
He popped out on his block with a fade, we left his ass bald
Travis hit the line, make sure I'm good, my last call
He dissed the gang, pull up where he hang and knock his ass off
Shorty off the Xans, he loose as hell, I watched him dead walk
You on that block, you tweakin', pull up, knock your head off
You in the party, shake your head, I'll knock your dreads off
Back to the opps, we gon' pull up and send some shots
You come through fast, we flip your hot
Free Lil K, bound to send some shots
The 4s, we got the city hot
The 'Sanes, they claimin' what they not
Foenem done fucked on all the thots
And we done spinned a lot of blocks
And we done sent a lot of shots
And we done took a lot of Glocks
And I ain't got time 'cause I ain't no clock, bitch
Get wet up like a mop, bitch
I'm up top smokin' Top, bitch
I'm coolin' with your thot, bitch
I'm coolin' with your thot, bitch, in the two-seater
And I'm groovy and I'm clutching' on my motherfuckin' heater
I got two Glockies, knock you out the Rocky, your bitch give me toppy
I hate the opps, everything I do, they ass gon' try to copy
I'm on my block and if you say I'm not, bitch, come try to stop me
