B I G T H O M P - Walking Shit

I've been on my grind, I got money on my mind In them trenches all the time, niggas, bitches
I ain't lyin' Niggas, bitches, I don't feel them, lay shit down Like a pillow, glocks with binary triggers
Bitch, I really hang with killers

I be posted with them trappers
Know my gang, we full of smackers We get cheese like some crackers
We strapped up just like the Packers He too sweet, you know we pull it
If he reach it, hit with fully's I can teach you how to cook it
Niggas can't outrun a bullet In the trap, I stick and move

Drac gon' give a nigga blues Bitch, we still say, fuck the rules
And you get smoked for actin' cool Tryin' to turn a opp to gas
Really doin' niggas bad Slidin' cats, we on your ass
Sendin' shots out through the glass We can't give that boy a pass

Niggas know we hop out gang If he play, get hit with flames
All these niggas act the same On bars, I'm rollin' like a train
Heard they hit him with a stick My partner, Glizzy, got a switch
I he a killer and a snitch I get the drop, I send a blitz

Turn this block into a target Really drip, bitch, I'm a artist
We bring sticks into the party No where I B just like I'm Cardi
That's the four He get killed, think this a joke
You see me runnin', that's the folks I'm havin' pull just like the Pope

And I got bars just like some soap You can't hang without the rope
You can't ball without the coach Street get cold, you need a coat
Don't want the crumb, I want the loaf With some trappers, get a load
These niggas never touched a bow wont shoot his fire that boy a hoe

Can't name a beat that I ain't road won't hear my name, cause I ain't told
My gang be stickin' to the code And we be fuckin' niggas ho's
Get caught by 12, the niggas fold I got the pack, I got his sold
We keep that gas in for the low Pop out ending nigga's show

We still post up on that block We still be sneakin' in with Glocks
We still be poppin' niggas top We slammin' gas just like the Rock
We see a opp and make him shocked Catch his friends and flip the car
She fuck with me cause I'm a star Don't want a perk, I take a bar

All the opps be runnin' far We smokin' Za straight out the jar
Niggas play with us and all you hear is pop, pop, pop
We let our shots, when pullin' up We ride too deep just like a bus
Pull up with sticks and end the fuss them 762's, gon' stop a truck

So who you beefin' with You know my nigga keep a stick
And all my niggas with the shit You better choose a different click on God
You better choose a different click on God

Written by:
Laterius Thompson

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