ToDinero - Walk Em Down, TO 2

Talk yo shit this time TO
Let's go, I'ma make me a move on a boa, let's go,
Big body, for sure I can handle that weight
We gon' push it and cut that coke
Them bitch ass niggas shut the door in my face
But fuck em, I know they ain't gettin' no pape, Don't test me bitch, I'll take your name
Stepping on shit, trying to make me a name, Them niggas ain't havin' no motion like this
See my opp, hop out with the Kriss, Lil' bro gon' come out to cut
He stalkin' with me, he watchin', I know that he near,
Them niggas, they tell me they comin', they say that my ending is near, ian got no fear
Lil TO gon' put all his trust in this Glock,
And bitch, I got God, bitch, I'm slidin' with God
Had to put down the pill, but got put to the side
Had to pick up the blunt, cause I'm stressed every night
With them seven-six-two's he can't put up a fight
Gon accept your fate and just sit there and die
Know the city a been hot, bitch, I'm causin' a fire
Nigga got them boys scared, better move your iorn
Same day on the block, momma dukes and nem crying
He jumped in the heat, so that nigga soul mine
Came out the heat, I was shootin' like Scarface
Niggas sparking up woods like a fireplace
Roll that boy in the blunt, he can't get away, T.O. stay out the beef, I'm just makin' paper
I was servin', go home and count the cake, I had took Florissant down the interstate
Got home, wasn't shit on the dinner plate, Had to get it myself, couldn't contemplate
On the east side, they caught him on 25th, He a goose, he came duck from the fuckin' Switch
I sit back with the Mac and reminisce, About how T.O. had put up the lil' bitch
Shoot his legs, with the chopper, he cripped, Smacked him in the back, crippled his shit
Make him wrap, he had crippled the whip, Smack that curb but the car ain't flip
Road ragin' with this arp, don't get up in my way, It's late night, open road
Had stretched him down to interstate, Any car, any truck, I hop in and skate
I went so fast I smacked the gas, ain't see my license plate
Bitch, do not call me if you need me, picky with my hoe
Wasn't shit to write home about, bitch, you get past to the bros
Outside with Deeski, I'm too frisky, Drippin' in different clothes
That nine protect my life, you know I gotta keep it close
Came out the womb, I was a star, why I creep in the dark?
Came out the cut seen big dinero, Damn near dropped his heart
Red, white, and blue with this 4 gen Bitch, I'ma let it spark
Fourth of July with this AR, come out and park your car
Won't see my face, get the job done, I'm shooting from a far
This lil' hoe acting stupid, Bitch, come here, come get your bra
Two hoes I got, them hoes Casa, They dancing with the chopper
He got a problem, Im gon pop him, That's how I like to solve him
Its not too many in my circle, hella circles in my bank
They yelling TO walk em down, they know TO leave a stain

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Todinero Music

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