Walk Downs ft. OTS Paolo, OTS Piero & 1Deezy Lyrics

I ain't youngboy, but this choppa blew his top off

Hole in one, to his head, nigga this that top golf

Got yo bitch over now she's here with her lock jaw

Glock get to pushing buttons nigga turn that switch off

Niggas tryna hit me whole time I'm outta town boy

Playing with them sharks it gets deep you gon drown boy

Strolling through the city you get peeped, you get shot boy

Claiming that you hard on the net, no you not boy

Bitch we get to banging with them K's like a marching band

It's a field trip when we slide, better watch yo mans

These ain't True Religions boy these thousand dollar pants

Give yo boy leg shots now he leaning football stance

Drive the whip, fuck that, we do the walk em downs

Got them boys sleeping in Iraq, these them choppa sounds

Feeling like I'm Kobe when I slide dropping 80 rounds

Sent yo boy to hell we the reason he went underground

Bitch you gotta pay 20 for this beat

Bitch you better stop hating for I knock you out yo feet boy

Call me Jimmy Buckets I been sliding with the heat

In the middle of LA while you laying in them streets boy

That boy got Dior's on he a target

Bitch I'm a dog that's why I'm pissing on yo carpet

Why she getting mad at me for cheating tryna start shit

She be asking why I'm always busy I'm a star bitch

That's why she want more

Bitch don't have my name on her neck cuz she a dirty whore

I ain't Bruno Mars when I leave you know I close the door

I don't care about his death bitch we only tryna up the score

Got a red Fanta drank it all I like red 40

Call me bandsexual this money got me so horny

Got old men in my pockets presidential orgy

Bitch said she's feeling suicidal man she so corny

Last one round then she tired man she so lazy

Saying all these dumbass excuses man she so crazy

Like I'm Dr. Strange all the shit you say it can't phase me

I just spent a band up in Saks you still at Macy's

OTS the strongest we ain't weak like AD's ankles

Had to kick her out cuz she never got the right angles

New car cost me a light 90 like a right angle

If you ain't talking OTS then I ain't in the right label

I'm officially stimmified

Ain't a soccer player but you know we going worldwide

No I'm not a cop but I snitched when my brother died

Oh nah, you know I had to lie

Brodie keep on talking all that shit but I don't even care

Put the red beam on his head they started saying prayers

Bullet wound, looking down, bitch you thought I hit the air

Heard your big homie had to tell cuz we ain't playing fair

Lil bro kept on tryna chase her like a lost cause

Didn't even flinch when you pulled up we don't pop shots

Tryna hear another clapping sound I don't want applause

You can find me shopping at Saks, you still at Ross

Lemme go and see that pay check I need some motivation

Ion know why cuddy dropped out he needs the education

Caught me red handed but I told her there was no relation

You an LC stop chasing we don't have patience

OTS next up bitch you know we taking over

Know you hit rock bottom you ain't getting any lower

Shoot my shot, I don't miss, feel like Kyle Korver

31 shots in the clip like its October

Once upon a time you get to telling when you in the room

Hit him in the nose three times and I shanked him too

Say the wrong thing and I promise that you'll make the news

Fuck that, you gonna get a tomb

Piero this shit crazy

Man Paolo killed this shit