Keep On Walkin’

Verse 1: Fo' Clips:

Now lemme blaze some Chronic for a sec
And now I'm smooth, calm and collective
Sho' won't hesitate, and sho' won't wait on this
I keeps my nine in my hand with 4 Clips!
Now, baby, step the fucc up off me
If you ain't I'm makin' ends on hittin' schemes
'Cause I'm, I can pour this on a late night
Picc yo' ass up in somethin' real tight
Knowin' that you floss with me, and tryna fucc me
But you ain't knowin' that Tweet's in the baccseat
Ready, for what's a sticc and move
Because I'm on a hit-and-run mission
And ain't no need for no bitch to flossin'
So keep on walkin', punk-ass biatch

Verse 2: Tweedy Bird Loc & Big Wy:

I see a hoe on the streets and I'm choosin' 'em
I'm a G fo' sho', so I'm usin' 'em
For what she worth, and what she got
Beat the cocc and then shake thе spot
These bitches wanna stеp to me, with conversation
Just because, rap's my occupation!
- I make you clip from the song 'fore we sock you with a lip you stop potato so don't be reachin' for no chips!
I gotta wait just for trippin' off a hoe
Just puttin' on them rings, but dreamin' of fuccin' me!
The Gangsta Tweet without a doubt
The master of gettin' these hoe's account
I'm dissin' these hoes with they noes up
Tryin' to floss, bitch you takin' a loss
You best to bust a nut, bitch, before I'm done
Here I come with the famous Hit N Run!

Verse 3: Fo' Clips:

Now I'm gon' roll on some mo' hoes
Them bitches ain't shit in the '94
I got one bitch, she claims I'm the one and only
Even if that's true then prove yourself bitch!
By givin' me, all yo' mothafuccin' cash
Pounds and pounds of Chronic then I dash!
Come up real quicc when I come bacc
Yo' bitch is one of my bitch, C, it ain't no thang
'Cause bitches slang thangs...!
Like Monopoly, I'm whippin' that ass like Hockey
Bitch you can't stop me, this game that I got is forever glory
And dissin' hoes is mandatory
So to all my young homies in the '94
Trust no hoes, blaze up that indo, and walk oooon!
Yeah nigga, we sayin' fucc all you punk ass bitches, nigga
Keep on walkin', hoe, they don't need you and we sure don't love you
Lettin' it be known, Tweedy Bird Loc in this mothafucca, Fo' Clips, sayin' fucc bitches