Lyrics Walk It, Talk It - Yung Wun
Oh
yeah
All
in
formation
We
gon'
walk
wit
it
(Hey)
We
gon'
talk
wit
it
(Ooh)
Got
me
screamin'
out
Yung
bunch,
y'all
don't
say
that
again
Yung
bunch,
y'all
don't
say
that
again
We
gon'
walk
wit
it
(Hey)
We
gon'
talk
wit
it
(Ooh)
Got
me
screamin'
out
Yung
bunch,
y'all
don't
say
that
again
Yung
bunch,
y'all
don't
say
that
again
This
face
expression
of
a
baller
Shot
calla,
gettin'
down
for
miles
of
travelin'
through
these
walls
Leavin'
the
green
ova
bitches,
shady
tells
a
50
licks
It's
sad
I
had
to
leave
'em
in
critical
conditions
Up
in
that
hoodlum
wall
club
pourin'
liquor
on
niggaz
It's
green
fellish
for
life
there,
they
go
hit
the
lights
Back
do
it
in
park,
as
I
bounced
up
out
that
cash
po'
Call
up
Joe,
where
he
at?
He
at
tha
airport
Duckin'
an'
runnin'
from
these
po
pos
they
outta
control
30
cops
chasin'
a
nigga
from
the
ghetto
Got
away
clean,
[unverified]
Tired
as
hell,
I
put
that
suit
case
down
We
gon'
walk
wit
it
(Hey)
We
gon'
talk
wit
it
(Ooh)
Got
me
screamin'
out
Yung
bunch,
y'all
don't
say
that
again
Yung
bunch,
y'all
don't
say
that
again
6 o
clock
in
tha
mourin'
stretchin'
and
yawnin'
as
the
sun
rise
Poorin'
out
liquor
fo
all
my
soldiers
that
died
In
these
ghetto
days,
bussin'
bottles
and
shoot
the
bitches
It's
them
ghetto
ways,
them
ghetto
ways
(Hey)
My
1st
mission
of
the
day,
wit
a
swisha
fired
up
They
say
ya
back
in
the
trap
again
shorty
so
what
Where
the
weed
at?
Believe
that,
I
need
that,
so
[unverified]
niggaz
On
the
south
side
get
slack
Is
it
my
last
day,
I
don't
knoe,
but
if
I
go
Put
a
blunt
in
my
casket
shorty
let
mah
soul
smoke
So
on
3,
PPG
fast
street
for
cannonville
On
the
souf
side
where
hard
heads
ride
we
keep
it
real
We
gon'
walk
wit
it
(Hey)
We
gon'
talk
wit
it
(Ooh)
Got
me
screamin'
out
Yung
bunch,
y'all
don't
say
that
again
Yung
bunch,
y'all
don't
say
that
again
I'm
tryin'
to
cop
the
new
bently
thang
I
already
got
the
fansies
off
the
lot
wit
tha
Cuban
Frames
4 4's
on
top
I
move
them
thangs
Ya
car
slippin'
in
tha
hood
ya
mite
loose
ya
brain
[Unverified]
Like
a
black
bird,
that's
rite,
high
up
on
the
curve
David
Atten
on
mah
face
like
CFA,
GIA
but
call
'em
Dedra
Allison
Bay
banks
and
billoms
high
flys
and
hideaways
In
Dresden
stay
and
play
I
got
tha
Nelly
claw
on
the
seize
and
do'
Ya
neva
saw
a
Yung
Nigga
do
this
shit
befo'
We
gon'
walk
wit
it
(Hey)
We
gon'
talk
wit
it
(Ooh)
Got
me
screamin'
out
Yung
bunch,
y'all
don't
say
that
again
Yung
bunch,
y'all
don't
say
that
again
Let
'em
kno,
every
hood
roun
The
world
this
how
we
doin'
this
here
Yung
Wun,
knoe
what
I'm
sayin'
Bringin'
it
to
ya
on
the
real
Uncut
strait
street,
all
hood
America,
we
have
a
problem
4 real
it's
goin'
down
Do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
hit
that
mutha
Do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
hit
that
mutha
Do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
hit
that
mutha
Do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
do
it,
hit
that
mutha
East
Side
what,
West
Side
what
Down
South
motha
fuka,
where
tha
mouf
motha
fucka
East
side,
West
Side,
North
Side,
South
Side
Mississippi
in
dis
thang
rite
ATL
man,
St.
Louis
man,
magnolia,
bounce
bak,
get
that
what
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