Walk Em Down (Don't Kill Civilians) (Explicit) - Metro Boomin/21 Savage/Mustafa

Lyrics by：Simon Hessman/Leland Wayne/Carlton Davis Mays Jr./Peter Lee Johnson/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Mustafa Ahmed

Composed by：Simon Hessman/Leland Wayne/Carlton Davis Mays Jr./Peter Lee Johnson/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Mustafa Ahmed

We represent destruction n***a

Death mayhem murder and madness n***a

You try me you gon' die

You try to score us you gon' die

Pourin' up drank sippin' Wock' by the pint

Rich n***a I buy you my friendship with the bank

My boujee ***** be actin' like she loyal but she ain't

Fell in love with a hood rat and she walk stank

My brother down the road with a 'xtendo on his shank

Felt like I can do whatever never say I can't

I won't move off my emotions I'ma always think

Tracker on his car catch him at the light and bang

I'm a Eastside n***a with a bankroll

Used to call us country they don't want no gun smoke

I'm with this **** but countin' money more fun though

All the opps say they hard why they run for

All these choppers I can open up a gun store

Really street I ain't goin' for the guts though

Give you cash money I can't give no **** though

Buck shots in his stomach now his guts gone

Walk that n***a down

Walk that n***a down walk that n***a down

Walk that n***a down walk that n***a down

Walk that n***a down walk that n***a down

Put your man down bet' not make a sound

Brand new diamond back and it hold a hundred rounds

I ain't hit no kids 'cause I walk my man down

I won't hit no kids I'ma walk my man down

AK or the SK

Late night broad day

.223 change your heart rate

N***a softer than a parfait

Used to serve in a hallway

N***a sold me a bag it was all shake

Called him back like "I want eight"

Hello

Thought I came to shop but it was all tape

P***y you know what I'm on p***y

You only tough on the camera phone p***y

I ain't finna rob you get your gamble on p***y

Y'all the type of n***as we put hammers on p***y

Beef about a ***** you a tender-d**k rookie

I can't even cap his baby mama **** gushy

Amiri jeans stuffed with them blues all tookie

Used to sell the gas now I'm sellin' all cookie

Walk that n***a down

Walk that n***a down walk that n***a down

Walk that n***a down walk that n***a down

Walk that n***a down walk that n***a down

Put your man down bet' not make a sound

Brand new diamond back and it hold a hundred rounds

I ain't hit no kids 'cause I walk my man down

I won't hit no kids I'ma walk my man down

This hood **** don't matter

But why my n***a die

Somebody gotta answer

Told him put his gun down

And he didn't make it to another November

Told my bro to leave town

But he don't have the bread to really leave the gutter

And I'm startin' to wonder

Gotta find ways to not go under

Bro wants to kill again

Told him "Be patient you don't kill civilians"

The drop'll come back at it for drillin'

Now it'll pray for a ho'

But if it comes n***as know what we built for

N***as know what we built for

Shootouts in the winter bro cop bigger

Finally came home but to no real n***as

Just pour some liquor it's all good but he don't miss her

He ain't the same he can't be with her oh

Tell me how to cope right

Too many dead friends it rains for the whole night

Tell me how to cope right

Locked in the cell and you hearin' that your bro died

No state of mind

If a n***a trips don't waste no time

Still love still love

We spin and this n***a's claimin' crowd

Bro wants to kill again

Told him "Be patient these boys civilians"

The drop'll come back at back at but really

We'll never miss we'll never miss

Bro wants to kill again

Told him "Be patient you don't kill civilians"

The drop'll come back at it for drillin'

Now it'll pray for a ho'

But if it comes n***as know what we built for

N***as know what we built for

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