Walking Dead Lyrics

Uh, like the walkin' dead, bitch, I'm finna walk him down

Pillow talkin', all that ra-ra shit, we finna hawk him down

They done took my brother, ever since, I keep that 40 now

Bitch, I'm off that shit, don't give no fuck, I shoot yo shorty now

Pull up, shoot a nigga, right up in his fuckin' head

I ain't tryna conversate with niggas, hoe, I want you dead

I ain't tryna fuckin' play with niggas, hit him in his leg

Feel like Drake, what you love? Bitch, I love my bread

Pull up, shoot a nigga, right up in his Face Top

Killed a nigga, choppa kept on shootin, I ain't say stop

Pull up, knockin dreads off, damn, that's a dead opp

Take the head right off that nigga, choppa it got good top

They try to tell me that I'm good, bitch, I'm bad as fuck

Dumb bitch, playin with my shit, now I'm mad as fuck

Why the fuck his bitch all on my dick? Shit aint addin' up

Hoe kept talkin', shut the fuck up, I done had enough

Bitch, I'm in your shit, we gon' bang it out

Broke as fuck, or trappin' for my life, I had to take the route

Labels sayin' they gon' pay me soon, I need my money now

But it don't matter, I get cash, hoe don't ask me how

Don't ask, cause I might just pop you in your shit

Momma saw my sprite, it's dark as fuck, like what the fuck is this?

Told a bitch to fuck up out my shit if you ain't suckin' dick

Cheated on that ho, stayin' loyal to my money, bitch

Twin texted, he just said he caught a body

Told that nigga hide that shit and don't say shit, no, nun about it

He keep askin', "Is the feds gon' find out?" Bitch, I doubt it

Tape the mouth up off that body, stay quiet