Lyrics Walk Down (feat. YG) - Doe Boy , YG

Honorable C.N.O.T.E

Nigga, one day'll walk down my block (Nose Ave)
Hop out with the Glock
Walk down my opps (Doe Beezy)
Pull a kick door
Bet'r he get out my spot (Pussy)
I'ma make them bitches count when I let off my shots
Let's go (Hrrt, baow)
Never been a lick, nigga
This ain't that (Nigga, this ain't that)
For them blue faces, nigga
You get whacked (On the gang)
Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Freebandz)
Niggas faking like they gang
They not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt)

Niggas in they feelings
But I ain't got no heart (But I ain't got no heart)
Niggas never liked me
I don't want 'em to start (Fuck 'em)
Push Doe Beezy buttons
Then you know he gon' start (Doe Beezy)
We done shitbagged more niggas than a grocery cart (Oh really?)

Niggas taking chains for some clout off lames (For some clout off lames)
Bitch, I ain't a rapper
I'll jump off stage (No cap)
Dug his own grave
Shouldn't've spoke on the gang (Gang gang)
Y'all don't know who killed the nigga
You just post on your page, hah (Oh really?)
Ex-bitch mad 'cause the bitch can't keep me ('Cause the bitch can't keep me)
Married to my chopper
Ho, the streets still need me (Grrh, bah)
Wanna live your life
You better not fuck with Doe Beezy (Doe Beezy)
You'll die young, nigga
Just like Eazy (Let's go)
Nigga with an attitude just like Dre (Hrr)
Choppers on deck
Nigga better not play (Hrrt, baow)
We some wild young niggas
We ain't fuckin' with lames (Gang gang)
Bitch, we RBMG, the new NWA (On gang)

Nigga, one day'll walk down my block (Nose Ave)
Hop out with the Glock
Walk down my opps (Doe Beezy)
Pull a kick door
Bet'r he get out my spot (Pussy)
I'ma make them bitches count when I let off my shots
Let's go (Hrrt, baow)
Never been a lick, nigga
This ain't that (Nigga, this ain't that)
For them blue faces, nigga
You get whacked (On the gang)
Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Freebandz)
Niggas faking like they gang
They not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt)

If a nigga dead
Fuck with my opps
Treat him just like a opp
Shoot it out
Get socked
I ain't beefin' over no thot
That's for the 400 block
I be tweakin'
I be thinkin' that the plug is a cop
We some dirty niggas, bitch
Yeah, the money in Glocks
My YGs flatline you
Lay you down on the cot
Bitch, I was on the block when it was cold and hot
Bitch, I was on some gangster shit when I got shot
Niggas braggin' 'bout a body
Nigga, bodies is regular
I know about the murder
But I don't tell you
Niggas braggin' 'bout a body
Nigga, bodies is regular
I'm braggin' 'bout a bag
And you ain't flew on Delta
Trick top, 'bout the rules
The trick top comes first (Westside, huh?)
Buddha, Slim, thinkin'
They know all my dirt
Mark a nigga out
Disrespectin' the turf (Bitch, bitch)
Make a bitch nigga pull up his skirt (Bitch, bitch, bitch)

Nigga, one day'll walk down my block (Nose Ave)
Hop out with the Glock
Walk down my opps (Doe Beezy)
Pull a kick door
Bet'r he get out my spot (Pussy)
I'ma make them bitches count when I let off my shots
Let's go (Hrrt, baow)
Never been a lick, nigga
This ain't that (Nigga, this ain't that)
For them blue faces, nigga
You get whacked (On the gang)
Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Freebandz)
Niggas faking like they gang
They not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt)