Walk down!

[Intro]
CettiWorld

[Verse]
My niggas might walk him down with the stick
He ain't sip drank, he just yappin' shit
He ain't thinkin' ahead, and he lap shit
And my pockets blue as hell like a crip
What's up with the talkin', bring the cash in
And these niggas mad, they get no racks in
I'ma chill [?], but I'ma talk my shit
I don't need no ho, ain't poppin' out with shit
He spent them last, nigga, on a wrist
And he spent his last, nigga, on that bitch
He bought some Chrome, boy, pay yo' rent
And these bitches under me, like a tent
I don't know what she want, but I want some bands
I got the bag on me and they dance
I know all this shit, it was planned
I came in, baby, I'm the man
Hе tried to jugg, nigga, but he—uh
He triеd to jugg, nigga, but he ran
He soft as hell like sand
I told her, "hit me up on the spam"

[Interlude]
I see you be on Instagram and—
I see you on Twitter and I see you on Snapchat
But, I could never—
Ay Juice, you hear that shit nigga?
Bitch always talkin' 'bout this and that, this that, nigga
Anyway, ayy, cut that shit back on

[Outro]
My niggas might walk him down with the stick
He ain't sip drank, he just yappin' shit
He ain't thinkin' ahead, and he lap shit
And my pockets blue as hell like a crip
What's up with the talkin', bring the cash in
And these niggas mad, they get no racks in
I'ma chill [?], but I'ma talk my shit
I don't need no ho, ain't poppin' out with shit