Lyrics: Manny Galvez/Julian Munro/Dwayne Carter/Ernesto Shaw
Music: Manny Galvez/Julian Munro/Dwayne Carter/Ernesto Shaw
B-walk, on this sidewak, I'ma leap, jump
I don't know what the **** he thought
I put on in his head like a deep—
What up though, it's Tunechi
New Orleans n***a turn gumbo to sushi
Money real tall like Mutombo, you puny
You already know I'ma big dog, you snoopy
Don't you salute me, c*****e pollute me, I'm droopy
Smoke it, then bomb me, like you nuke me, it's spooky
Y'all n****s flukey, y'all n****s always broke like a hoopty
Hold up, sound off, one, two, snatch the crown off of you
I make house calls, I'ma come through and kick the door like kung fu
Hold up, pop a bottle, Don Perry
Like Colorado I'm Prime married
Don't talk that shit, no commentary
Just shake that, shh, like a library
Flow so clean, got me tip-toeing
D**k so big, I almost tripped over it
I came on her belly, that's star jelly
Bi-b***h gimme brain like a smart aleck
Hollup, right, left, right, left, you toothless
Break his nose, right hand, feel the mucus
P***y n***a, stop playin', stop douchin'
Blood chillin' in the cut, no sutures
Uh, B-walk, one punch slept a n***a, made him sleepwalk
She up-and-down this d**k like see-saw
I'm still runnin' this shit like the green hawk
Hollup, err, my jewelery walk
You know I check a n***a like result
Yo' b***h try to beat my meat, that's meat assault
You know blood gang so gang, they think we [?] (Blood)
On blood, I said on blood (On blood)
N***a trippin' 'til he see his own blood
I pistol whip 'em, now he sippin' on blood
No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood
I said on blood, blood bath, you can get your own tub
I'm on my grizzley 'cause I got my own cubs
Big B's and I got my own buzz
On blood, I said on blood
This n***a trippin' 'til he see his own blood
I pistol whip 'em, now he sippin' on blood
No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood
I said on blood, blood bath, you can get your own tub
I'm on my grizzley 'cause I got my own tub
Big B's and I got my own buzz, and I got it out the mud
B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave, chalk
I don't know what the **** he thought
I put on in his head like a deep thought
And if he walk, that's cheap talk
[?] boolin, that's how we talk
In the street talk, gotta speak soft
You know n****s get killed by default
Tune act a donkey like hee-haw
Him a lay a n***a down like pink salt
Smokin' that tree 'til the tree fall
And I stay armed, like, sleeves off
Re-red like spaghetti and meatballs
Co-cold blooded, I got the deep frost
H-hop on the D and she rejoice
I'ma blood, little b***h, I'ma B-boy
No, [?], on blood, Tunechi
I pistol whip 'em, now he sippin' on blood
No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood
Big B's and I got my own buzz, and I got it out the— got it out the mud, mud
Mother****er, got it out the mud, mother****er
Got it out the mud (On blood)
Mother****er, got it out the mud
Blood, and I got it out the— got it out the mud
Mud, mother****er, got it out the mud, mother****er
Got it out the mud