Yeah, you know I'm Mr. Walk-em-down Yeah, you know I'm Mr. Walk-em-down
I'm in the club with hella bitches, ain't gon' walk em down
But I really need a bad bitch that's gon' hold me down
These niggas steady on the line, tryna come around
Me slide out in that Lexus Cruze, I'm thuggin' round the town
Lay around the town, yeah, I'm steppin' Mr. Walk-em-down
Just hit a clout, I'm told my nigga gone and get them pounds
And to the teachers that just said I wouldn't make it
Remember this shit when I'm thuggin' money, bitch
Ayy, I don't need no mask, my boy just don't get shot, tryna pull a stunt
I ain't the one for playin' when you playin' at field, get kicked out on the punt
Cause I'm a real P, won't catch me out here trickin' for no sluts
Ayy, if gang come in, we stay on track, these hoes surround us in a bunch
Cause since I'm in this place, you know who you is, you fake
And my shooters on your trail, they loose
You say he hard, bitch, you blazin' me a bad bitch
We don't call ex-bitches ex's for nothin', they ex's out for dead bitches
I don't need no bitch for shit, you dumb if you think I don't
It's like this shit's a race, I'm independent from start to finish, no pressure, claim me
Workin' on yourself and your path to shakin' asses and leeches
But I can't spend all I pass by the twin, let's see what he can do
Ayy, write back the subs that you play, I'm dumpin', get cooked like a turkey
I ain't runnin' from nothin', he standin' for somethin', might die just bullets, if you lucky
Ayy, bitch, I'm hot on IG, come find me, I'm solo swervin' in the bus
Ayy, I said 12 before and I say it again, cause I might just end you lucky
G-W-T, G-W-T
Yeah, that's the gang, and I'm the owner, so don't you sleep on me
We switched up the brand, it's me and Finesse, so what the f*ck is us, he king
But you can call him king when we let them chop us in
Yeah, nigga, you had a dream
I'm in the club with hella bitches, ain't gon' walkin' back again
Nigga, you need a bad bitch, that's gon' hold me down
These niggas steady on the line, tryna come around
We slide out in that Lexus Clues, I'm thuggin' round the town
I ain't runnin' town, yeah, I'm steppin', Mr. Walkin' Down
Just hit up Cloud, I'm told my nigga gone and get them pounds
And to the teachers that just said I wouldn't make it
Remember this shit, when I'm double, nigga, punch y'all
Yeah, I don't gotta talk because I let the choppers speak
And all my niggas know I'm really bound to walk it
That's on Mama D, but really, it's on Mama King
Remember she was in that kitchen cookin' collard greens
I should call B.R. to Nixon, call the Lakers
And we don't f*ck with pigs, like we be sayin', sign my local
We rollin' up, we double up, we sparkin' up, we gettin' stuck
And don't ask me to match if you be rollin' up that Reginald
I know you niggas proud, I know you niggas need it technical
I really send you niggas, I'm just bein' technical
Don't try to run up, cause boy, you get done up
Cause if you pull up, nigga, it's gon' get surgical
Man, what Denzel say
Hey, hey J, you know I'm really surgical with this motherf*cker J
You gotta come get a piece of that shit, man
Pelican Bay, 24-hour lockdown
I'm really Mr. Welcome Down for real, bitch
You just gotta come find out
Oh God
Mr.WalkEmDown (feat. YDN Brando) Video (MV)
Performed By: G.W.T Finesse
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Cameron King, Brandon Steadman
G.W.T Finesse - Mr.WalkEmDown (feat. YDN Brando) Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Yeah, you know I'm Mr. Walk-em-down Yeah, you know I'm Mr. Walk-em-down
I'm in the club with hella bitches, ain't gon' walk em down
But I really need a bad bitch that's gon' hold me down
These niggas steady on the line, tryna come around
Me slide out in that Lexus Cruze, I'm thuggin' round the town
Lay around the town, yeah, I'm steppin' Mr. Walk-em-down
Just hit a clout, I'm told my nigga gone and get them pounds
And to the teachers that just said I wouldn't make it
Remember this shit when I'm thuggin' money, bitch
Ayy, I don't need no mask, my boy just don't get shot, tryna pull a stunt
I ain't the one for playin' when you playin' at field, get kicked out on the punt
Cause I'm a real P, won't catch me out here trickin' for no sluts
Ayy, if gang come in, we stay on track, these hoes surround us in a bunch
Cause since I'm in this place, you know who you is, you fake
And my shooters on your trail, they loose
You say he hard, bitch, you blazin' me a bad bitch
We don't call ex-bitches ex's for nothin', they ex's out for dead bitches
I don't need no bitch for shit, you dumb if you think I don't
It's like this shit's a race, I'm independent from start to finish, no pressure, claim me
Workin' on yourself and your path to shakin' asses and leeches
But I can't spend all I pass by the twin, let's see what he can do
Ayy, write back the subs that you play, I'm dumpin', get cooked like a turkey
I ain't runnin' from nothin', he standin' for somethin', might die just bullets, if you lucky
Ayy, bitch, I'm hot on IG, come find me, I'm solo swervin' in the bus
Ayy, I said 12 before and I say it again, cause I might just end you lucky
G-W-T, G-W-T
Yeah, that's the gang, and I'm the owner, so don't you sleep on me
We switched up the brand, it's me and Finesse, so what the f*ck is us, he king
But you can call him king when we let them chop us in
Yeah, nigga, you had a dream
I'm in the club with hella bitches, ain't gon' walkin' back again
Nigga, you need a bad bitch, that's gon' hold me down
These niggas steady on the line, tryna come around
We slide out in that Lexus Clues, I'm thuggin' round the town
I ain't runnin' town, yeah, I'm steppin', Mr. Walkin' Down
Just hit up Cloud, I'm told my nigga gone and get them pounds
And to the teachers that just said I wouldn't make it
Remember this shit, when I'm double, nigga, punch y'all
Yeah, I don't gotta talk because I let the choppers speak
And all my niggas know I'm really bound to walk it
That's on Mama D, but really, it's on Mama King
Remember she was in that kitchen cookin' collard greens
I should call B.R. to Nixon, call the Lakers
And we don't f*ck with pigs, like we be sayin', sign my local
We rollin' up, we double up, we sparkin' up, we gettin' stuck
And don't ask me to match if you be rollin' up that Reginald
I know you niggas proud, I know you niggas need it technical
I really send you niggas, I'm just bein' technical
Don't try to run up, cause boy, you get done up
Cause if you pull up, nigga, it's gon' get surgical
Man, what Denzel say
Hey, hey J, you know I'm really surgical with this motherf*cker J
You gotta come get a piece of that shit, man
Pelican Bay, 24-hour lockdown
I'm really Mr. Welcome Down for real, bitch
You just gotta come find out
Oh God
I'm in the club with hella bitches, ain't gon' walk em down
But I really need a bad bitch that's gon' hold me down
These niggas steady on the line, tryna come around
Me slide out in that Lexus Cruze, I'm thuggin' round the town
Lay around the town, yeah, I'm steppin' Mr. Walk-em-down
Just hit a clout, I'm told my nigga gone and get them pounds
And to the teachers that just said I wouldn't make it
Remember this shit when I'm thuggin' money, bitch
Ayy, I don't need no mask, my boy just don't get shot, tryna pull a stunt
I ain't the one for playin' when you playin' at field, get kicked out on the punt
Cause I'm a real P, won't catch me out here trickin' for no sluts
Ayy, if gang come in, we stay on track, these hoes surround us in a bunch
Cause since I'm in this place, you know who you is, you fake
And my shooters on your trail, they loose
You say he hard, bitch, you blazin' me a bad bitch
We don't call ex-bitches ex's for nothin', they ex's out for dead bitches
I don't need no bitch for shit, you dumb if you think I don't
It's like this shit's a race, I'm independent from start to finish, no pressure, claim me
Workin' on yourself and your path to shakin' asses and leeches
But I can't spend all I pass by the twin, let's see what he can do
Ayy, write back the subs that you play, I'm dumpin', get cooked like a turkey
I ain't runnin' from nothin', he standin' for somethin', might die just bullets, if you lucky
Ayy, bitch, I'm hot on IG, come find me, I'm solo swervin' in the bus
Ayy, I said 12 before and I say it again, cause I might just end you lucky
G-W-T, G-W-T
Yeah, that's the gang, and I'm the owner, so don't you sleep on me
We switched up the brand, it's me and Finesse, so what the f*ck is us, he king
But you can call him king when we let them chop us in
Yeah, nigga, you had a dream
I'm in the club with hella bitches, ain't gon' walkin' back again
Nigga, you need a bad bitch, that's gon' hold me down
These niggas steady on the line, tryna come around
We slide out in that Lexus Clues, I'm thuggin' round the town
I ain't runnin' town, yeah, I'm steppin', Mr. Walkin' Down
Just hit up Cloud, I'm told my nigga gone and get them pounds
And to the teachers that just said I wouldn't make it
Remember this shit, when I'm double, nigga, punch y'all
Yeah, I don't gotta talk because I let the choppers speak
And all my niggas know I'm really bound to walk it
That's on Mama D, but really, it's on Mama King
Remember she was in that kitchen cookin' collard greens
I should call B.R. to Nixon, call the Lakers
And we don't f*ck with pigs, like we be sayin', sign my local
We rollin' up, we double up, we sparkin' up, we gettin' stuck
And don't ask me to match if you be rollin' up that Reginald
I know you niggas proud, I know you niggas need it technical
I really send you niggas, I'm just bein' technical
Don't try to run up, cause boy, you get done up
Cause if you pull up, nigga, it's gon' get surgical
Man, what Denzel say
Hey, hey J, you know I'm really surgical with this motherf*cker J
You gotta come get a piece of that shit, man
Pelican Bay, 24-hour lockdown
I'm really Mr. Welcome Down for real, bitch
You just gotta come find out
Oh God
Writer: Cameron King, Brandon Steadman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid