Walk Down Lyrics – FNF Chop
Clip so long, bitch, it hang out the Glick’
Big Chop walk down, don’t hang out the whip
Got money on my mind, don’t think ’bout a bitch
Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick
You better blow wit’ your life when that day come
Choppers on choppers, come take one
Bitch, I’m a lock to come shake sum’n
Keem been a lock, bitch that’s one of my day 1’s
Huh (Ayy), huh
Clip so long that I go off with the shit
Bitch so thick, let her on the hip
Boy, these chops so big that I walk with a limp (Ayy, huh)
Look, huh
Snipin’ shit up, boy, they think that I’m pimpin’
3-3 in this clip but it’s no Scottie Pippen
We argue, we fight, suck me up when I’m finished, uh
Ayy, look
I, I run it up, baggin’ up all the breesh (Ayy)
Look, Glock on my hip, get him close on the drill
Bitch, I don’t need a beam (Hol’ on, huh, look, huh)
Run down on that boy and we leave him deceased (Wait, huh)
Don’t do no talkin’, we catch him, we [?] in the scene (Wait)
Run up if you want, niggas know how we get down
He wanna get up, got hit, watch him lay down
Hitters pull up and walk down with that Tre Pound (Huh, look, huh)
Run up if you want, niggas know how we get down
He wanna get up, got hit, watch him lay down
Hitters pull up and walk down with that Tre Pound
I was down bad on my ass with like six straps
You was not there, don’t forget that
Chopper break his ass in half like a kit kat
Bitch we got smoke like a kickback
Stock on the kit has no kickback
Shoot but you miss, what you hittin’ at?
Talking that tough shit but what is you gettin’ at?
Cuffin’ that thot, thot, ooh you kiss that bitch on the lips
Clip so long, bitch, it hang out the Glick’
Big Chop walk down, don’t hang out the whip
Got money on my mind, don’t think ’bout a bitch
Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick
Bad bitches on go, watch her dive for the dick
Deep strokes, send her home, she on live wit’ the shit
Four nick with the beam, you can’t hide from this bitch
All crane came attached, built inside of this bitch
Monster, East Atlanta
Look at my gun, came with a beam (Yeah, fuck you mean? Yessir)
Look at my gun, just killed a ting (Ooh, Latto, okay)
Too many bullets come out the bitch (Brrr)
Drop, drop a [?] poppin’ all the [?] (Yeah)
Tryna hit a headshot quick (Baow, baow, baow)
Glock on me, bitch, it won’t jam (Yeah)
Got one in the head, redder the blam (Yeah)
Hand on hand, I’ma hit you don’t point
Broke nigga, why you carryin’ a Hotpoint? (Damn)
Get you a twenty-six, I remember I was twenty-six
Always stay with a strap on my hip (Yeah)
Act crazy, chop screw some shit (Screw some shit)
My DJ carry him a Glick’ (Yeah)
Security, he got him a stick (Him a stick)
That one of my homie, shotta, he legit
Why you try to tell me? Go and [?] your shit (Baow, yeah)
He like the ice on my wrist (On my wrist)
She like the ice on my wrist (Your bitch)
He wanna rob for it (You robbin’?)
She wanna [?] on my dick (Oh yeah)
I, I feel like [?] this body and [?] and pussy finna kill this bitch
Back to back [?] in your bitch (Brrr)
I ain’t with the [?] (Yeah)
I be huggin’ all these cuddle with sticks
Lotta money, it’s a Brinks (It’s a Brinks)
Shit’ll turn you to lick (To a licky)
They ain’t never seen this shit (Never)
40’s and carbons
Glizzy make a fuck nigga dance like Carlton
I don’t wanna smoke your weed, shit garbage
And I don’t really trust no bitch to be honest
I got 40’s and carbons
Glizzy make a fuck nigga dance like Carlton
I don’t wanna smoke your weed, shit garbage
And I don’t really trust no bitch to be honest
Clip so long, bitch, it hang out the Glick’
Big Chop walk down, don’t hang out the whip
Got money on my mind, don’t think ’bout a bitch
Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick
Clip so long, bitch, it hang out the Glick’
Big Chop walk down, don’t hang out the whip
Got money on my mind, don’t think ’bout a bitch
Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick