Walk Up ft. FPC Buddhaman & Soulja Figi Lyrics

Ayyy, come on

FPC forever

Soulja Livin' tru

Get this money, that's the only thing that's on my fucking head

You a dummy if you think that I won't pop out, while you playing

Bring the Glock out in the droptop

Trying to pop a nigga head

Stand tall and watch him fall, this chop will pop a nigga leg

I can't help that I'm a soulja

Me and you got different motives

I know what sell cause I'm a broker

I could put this shit in motion

Tell her meet him with mimosas

He ain't a drinker, he a smoker

Tell her bring that nigga over

Make her lace him with the potion

He wake up in the middle of nowhere with his wallet wide open

Laying in the parking lot with his pockets out

They shook him up to crack the top on his little soda can

That shit get to spraying and you don't stand a chance

The devil grab you by your hand

Bae, you gotta dance

Shake that ass for me baby, and bring a lot of friends

Feeling like I feel, you can't fuck with me

I'm out here in the field

You can't keep up with me

Betting on yourself nigga, you better not try your luck with me

Switch from negative to positive

You can't see me crying through this song I let you hear it

I'ma do some shit these rappers ain't never did

Be the first rapper that rap for over 100 years

A hunnid years old, nigga still rapping

Nigga be 100 years old, nigga still snapping

Give my nigga 100 years, he'll kidnap you

Give my nigga a couple of yams, he'll kidnap you

You ain't ready to live nigga, take your life

Put you up on that cross for that sacrifice

All you heard was tires and exhausts in his afterlife

Nigga speeding off on you, getting lost on you

Do the Hail Mary on you, Randy Moss shit

Playing with that paper, nigga it's gonna cost you

Paying for that pussy, told that hoe I bought you

Murder on camera, everybody saw, huh

Niggas say they stepping, but they walking cautious

Man, I feel like Tracy Howard, I don't wanna talk, hush

This ain't a regular day, it's a perfect day to boss up

I need a rich baby mom, I'm trying to fuck on Gloss up

Gonna be a whole lot of drama if you try to cross us

And if a nigga got a problem, tell his ass, talk up

Talk up

If a nigga got a problem, talk up

Yeah

My niggas walk up, nigga got a problem, tell his ass

Yeah

Know it ain't a problem for you have to get touch

Yeah

Mask on, mask off, walk up