Walk It Out Lyrics

[Intro]
You know what it is
Big 38, nigga, 4K-Trey

[Chrous]
RIP Lil Trent, no, I ain't never showed no fake hand
These diamonds real on my neck, you play I bust your man
Choppa walk him down and leave him dead, leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats bitch this extension it'll f*ck your friend

[Post Chrous]
I don't give no f*ck cause, bitch, you know that I got f*ckin' bands
Knots up in my pocket, make that bullet f*cking touch your friend
While they go touch your clique, I'ma be in the back seat, chopping it up with Ten
I thought he was up in a casket, and my whole gang they had a grand

[Verse]
Make that p*ssy touch the pavement, since he speaking on me in the wind
Remeber you ain't wanna f*ck with me, wanna f*ck with me now in the end
Put this laser in your face and this bitch here gone touch your chin
I ain't gotta cock it one in the head, and that hoe more than 10
I got niggas who been juggin', they been packing all up in the pen
Saw Big Gutter work that dog food, so he ain't have to work again Runnin' in the streets and we was thuggin', we was clutching sticks
Make them call your name nigga, bitch, that's on Lil f*ckin' Trent

[Chrous]
R.I.P Lil Trent, no, I ain't never showed no fake hand
These diamonds real on my neck, you play I bust your man
Choppa walk him down and leave him dead, leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats, bitch, this extension it'll f*ck your friend
R.I.P Lil Trent, know I ain't never showed no fake hand
These diamonds real on my neck, you play I bust your man
Choppa walk him down and leave him dead, leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats, bitch, this extension it'll f*ck your friend

[Post Chrous]
I don't give no f*ck cause, bitch, you know that I got f*ckin' bands
Knots up in my pocket, make that bullet f*cking touch your friend
While they go touch your click, I'ma be in the back seat, chopping it up with Ten
I thought he was up in a casket and my whole gang they had a grand

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