Lyrics Walk It Out - P Yungin

You know what it is

Big 38, n, 4K-Trey

(WassamWop)

R.I.P lil' Trent, no I ain't never showed no fake hand
The diamonds real up on my neck you, play I bust your man's
Choppa walk him down and leave dead leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats bitch this extension it a fuck your friend

I don't give no fuck cause, bitch, you know that I got fucking bands
Knots up in my pocket, make that bullet fucking touch your friend
While they go touch your clique I'ma be in the back seat
Chopping it up with ten
I thought he was up in a casket and my whole gang they had a grand

Make that pussy touch the pavement
Since he speaking on me in the wind
Remember you ain't wanna fuck wanna fuck with me now in the end
Put this laser in ya' face and this bitch here gone touch your chin
I ain't gotta cock it one in the head, and that hoe more than 10
I got n who been juggin', they been packing all up in the pen
Saw Big Gutter work that dog food, so he ain't have to work again
Runnin' in the streets and we was thuggin', we was clutching sticks
Make them call your name n, bitch, that's on Lil fuckin' Trent

R.I.P lil' Trent, no I ain't never showed no fake hand
The diamonds real up on my neck you, play I bust your man's
Choppa walk him down and leave dead leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats bitch this extension it a fuck your friend
R.I.P lil' Trent, no I ain't never showed no fake hand
The diamonds real up on my neck you, play I bust your man's
Choppa walk him down and leave dead leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats bitch this extension it a fuck your friend

I don't give no fuck cause, bitch, you know that I got fucking bands
Knots up in my pocket, make that bullet fucking touch your friend
While they go touch your clique I'ma be in the back seat
Chopping it up with ten
I thought he was up in a casket and my whole gang they had a grand