Walk ’Em Down

Oooooooooooh...

[Verse One: Calicoe]
Ay, tell the assistant push my flight back, I'm outta state ready
Living up in hell cuz you might not make heaven
Keep one in the head cuz you gotta stay ready
Ain't no back and forth, I'ma put the pape' on you
Niggas start singing when you put the drac' on em
In the interrogation room getting a first take from you
Don't be looking at this water, bitch, it's Crystal Lake for you
Walk a nigga down like Jason, he won't show his face to you
These boys move like Masons, handshakes mean something
Wherever you wanna take it, I'll just press the green button
Tell the niggas get out my way, bitch, you see the king coming
Bag got a nigga happy, he won't see me mean muggin'
Shout out to my nigga Poppa, used to get the lean from him
It was a half a moon today just to get the beans from us
Strip a nigga for e'rythang, we gon' make a meme of him
Primetime like Deion but came Saleen on em
This the first mishap, I'ma take it ease on you
Don't be blowing up my phone unless you got some cheese for me
Bitch, I know it's something wrong, say that pussy fiending for me
Put it in yo' face, shit, you shoulda seen it coming
Nigga, this is Ace... this ain't Moët
Nigga, this ain't no race, I ain't even really running
Put a tag on yo' head, they want first place, yeah, they coming
Out all night hunting, work late for the money, ay

[Chorus: Calicoe & Murda Mook]
Oooooooooooh... BEEITCH!
B--BEEITCH! BEEITCH!
Oooooooooooh... BEEITCH!
B--B--BEEITCH! BE--B--BEEITCH!

[Verse Two: Murda Mook]
Unh, the nigga ain't a Rebel, he a bitch
And his baby mother on my dick
And his best friend, he a snitch
This is real life, it ain't a diss, ha
Said he claim crip, did a background check
Homie drove school buses, only right he wanna trip
Hold up, we don't give a fuck what niggas talking, gotta show us
Flood the block with two of everything, you niggas know us
We ain't done, we hit the safe and then we hit the floor up
For them good years, had to get it with the donuts
Money don't slow up, you connected with the growers... with the growers
I'ma take it to the moon, I said
Make room, I said, it ain't no beef if you not dead
Regrets running through my head, only a few got fed
So in turn a few got Fed
Ha... they thought I was the cool dude
Turns out, I was the bad guy
They said they was the home team?
They in costume, they the mascot
When you get it for the low low
You ain't got' complain 'bout the gas high
I been breaking down since the past five
I can break a brick down in half hour
Money
Too much money
Honey
Get my money
And get it off the counter for me
Weigh it up, count it for me
Honey
Too much money
Too much money
Yep, aiyyo, weigh it up, armed and dangerous
Palm the banger tucked, ya car, we spray it up
The Mobb, we stay in touch, y'all don't make the cut
Tell Aubrey lace em up, the awkward face for what?
Oh, they thought I was the cool dude
Turned out to be the bad guy
They playing with the home team?
Nah, nigga, they the mascot
When you get it for the low low
You ain't got' complain 'bout the gas high
I been breaking down since the past five
I can break a brick down in half hour
Oooooooooooh... (BEEITCH) BEEITCH!

[Outro: Calicoe (Murda Mook)]
--ssistant push my flight back, I'm outta state ready (BEEITCH!)
Living up in hell cuz you might not make heaven
Keep one in the head cuz you gotta stay ready
Ain't no back and forth, I'ma put the pape' on you
Niggas start singing when you put the drac' on em...

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