Walk Em Down, TO 3 Lyrics

Huh, T.O why you always on go

Runnin' with them niggas, had a grow up cutthroat, Pit get hot cuz im stashin' my 4

It's hot

Spray the whole porch, come kick down the door

I don't think a nigga won't smoke with my folks

Pole press on the door, want a nigga, come close

You know what I'm sayin',

On God, shit ain't get past me, I seen it

MJ to these niggas, when I pull up, they beat it

K push a nigga back, have his skull receding

I'ma wipe this shit off, throw the tool then leave it

Bro popped the G6, cuz he say he need it

Bro body ain't breathin', blood start leakin

I can't sleep, cuz the heads still fiendin

This ain't the regular one, this got a turbo

Got the trap movin', it's jumpin' like Hurdles

Hit the DM, what you need we can serve you

Throw me some more, I could drive in Hurry

I catch all the snakes in the grass, I'ma kill me a serpent

Clean the Prints off it, I throw on the Detergent

Stand over, open up like a surgeon

Ride around with the stick, no worries

Fuck all the opps they ain't crossin' my mind

He flinch on the mission, he ain't one of mine

Go out like a goofy nigga, I can't, Cuz I don't trust a bitch and I'm readin' the signs

I don't wanna touch it, If the hoe ain't fine

Hold the bitch down, Re-adjust her spine

Had to get it my bag, can't pay her no mind

Do a hoe so bad, do the hoe so slime

Listen, from now on, don't nobody talk to me directly, you understand

You got business with me, you talk to Huey, Huey you talk to me, you got it?

Damn it never on the phone, you got it? Alright!

Don't know what you heard, don't know what they said, But I can't leave till my suspect dead

I just rather take a shot to my leg, Before I turn on my mans and go fed

I had to take me a break for a minute

Bitch fucked up my head, I come back and go big

TO get through, he so slick

Light this shit up like a cig

I feel the shit in my spirit

I'm on the road to get rich

I take 270 split

I'm never chasin' a bitch

I'm only chasin' a check Or Chasin a opp with the stick

White girl do Adderall, Brittney Spears

I'm killin' the game, I could go tat some tears

Shorty jump off the porch with no fears

All a nigga know is money and women

Hoop on these niggas like Prime Blake Griffin

Lil' bae gotta pass on that pussy, ain't feel it

In case I see more niggas, this clip extended, Four-Five on me, no safety width

Ima Addicted to the Racks, Like bitch I need it, on god bitch I gotta have it

On Gang On God lil Nigga, Ain't shooting ain't no problem withca

This just some slight for yall nigga this jus something to warm yall niggas up, just so we can get back in the grove on God