Walk Em Down (Don't Kill Civilians) [feat. Mustafa]

We represent destruction, ****

Death, mayhem, murder and madness, ****

You try me you gon' die

You try the squad, you gon' die

Pourin' up drank, sippin' wok by the pint

Rich ****, I buy you my friendship with the bank

My bougie bitch be actin' like she loyal, but she aint

Fell in love with a hood rat and she walk stank

My brother down the road wit' a extendo on his shank

Feel like I can do whatever, never say I can't

I won't move off my emotions, I'ma always think

Tracker on his car, catch him at the light and bang

I'ma Eastside **** with a bank roll

Used to call us country, they don't want no gun smoke

I'm with the shit, but countin' money more fun though

All the ops say they hard, why they run for?

All these choppas, I can open up a gun store

Really street, I ain't goin' for the Gusto

Give you cash money, I cant give no fucks though

Buck shots hit his stomach, now his guts gone

Walk that **** down

Walk that **** down

Walk that **** down

Walk that **** down

Walk that **** down

Walk that **** down

Walk that **** down

Put your man down, better not make a sound

Brand new Diamondback and it hold 100 rounds

I ain't hit no kids 'cause I walk my man down

I won't hit no kids, I'ma walk my man down

AK or the SK?

Late night, broad day

223 change your heart rate

**** softer than a parfait

Used to serve in the hallway

**** sold me a bag, it was all shake

Called him back like I want eight

Thought I came to shop, but it was all take

Pussy, you know what I'm on pussy

You only tough on the camera phone, pussy

I ain't finna rob you, get your gamble on, pussy

Y'all the type of **** we put hammers on, pussy

Beef about a bitch, you a tender dick rookie

I can't even cap, his baby mamas shit gushy

Amiri jeans stuffed with the blues, all Tookie

Used to sell the gas, now I'm sellin' all cookie

Walk that **** down

Walk that **** down

Walk that **** down

Walk that **** down

Walk that **** down

Walk that **** down

Walk that **** down

Put your man down, better not make a sound

Brand new Diamondback and it hold 100 rounds

I ain't hit no kids 'cause I walk my man down

I won't hit no kids, I'ma walk my man down

This hood shit don't matter, but when my **** dies, somebody gotta answer

Told him put his gun down and he didn't make it to another November

Told my boy, "Leave town", but he don't have the bread to really leave the gutter

And I'm starting to wonder, gotta find ways to not go under

Bro wants to kill again

Told him, "Be patient, you don't kill civilians"

The drop will come back out if it's written in

No, we don't pray for war

But if it comes, **** know what we built for

**** know what we built for

Shootouts in the winter

Bro got bigger, finally came home, but to no real ****

Just dice and liquor, his old girl

But he don't miss her

He ain't the same, he can't be with her

Tell me how to cope right

So many dead friends, your prayers for the whole night

Tell me how to grow right

Locked in the cell and you hearing that your bro died

New state of mind, if a **** trips don't waste no time

Stay alive, stay alive

We spin and these **** claim the crown

Bro wants to kill again

Told him, "Be patient, these poor civilians"

The drop will come back out

Back out

What's written in will never miss

We'll never miss

Bro wants to kill again

Told him, "Be patient you don't kill civilians"

The drop will come back out if it's written in

No, we don't pray for war

But if it comes **** know what we built for

**** know what we built for