Walk Em Down (Don’t Kill Civilians) – Metro Boomin feat 21 Savage, Mustafa
[Walk Em Down]
[Gucci Mane:]
We represent destruction, n_gga
Death, mayhem, murder and madness, n_gga
You try me, you gon’ die
You try to score us, you gon’ die
It’s a play, not written very well
But it’s a play anyway
Someone’s a hero, someone’s a villain
Let’s go, let’s go
Problem in the car, yeah, baby, yeah
[21 Savage:]
Pourin’ up drank, sippin’ wock by the paint
Rich n_gga, I buy you my friendship with the bank
My boujee b_tch be actin’ like she loyal, but she ain’t
Fell in love with a hood rat and she walk stains
My brother done the road with a ‘xtendo on his chain
Felt 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 body bank
I’m an Eastside n_gga with a bankroll
Used to call this country “They Don’t Want No Gun Smoke”
I’m with this sh_t, but countin’ money more fun though
All the opps say they hard, why they run for?
All these choppers, I can open up a gun store
Really street, I ain’t goin’ for the guts though
Give you cash money, I can’t give no f_ck though
Buck shots in his stomach, now his guts gone
Walk that n_gga down
Walk that n_gga down, walk that n_gga down
Walk that n_gga down, walk that n_gga down
Walk that n_gga down, walk that n_gga down
Put your man down, better not make a sound
Brand new diamond bad and they hold a hundred 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, n_gga softer than a parfait
Used to serve in a hallway, n_gga sold me a bag, it was all shake
Called him back, like “I want eight” (Hello?)
Thought I came to shop, but it was all tape
P_ssy, you know what I’m on, p_ssy
You only tough on the camera phone, p_ssy
I ain’t finna rob you, get your gamble on, p_ssy
Y’all the type of n_ggas we put hammers on, p_ssy
Beef about a b_tch, you a tender d_ck rookie
I can’t even cap, ’cause baby mama, she ain’t gushy
Amiri jeans stuffed with them blues, all tookie
Used to sell the gas, now we sell it all cookie
Walk that n_gga down
Walk that n_gga down, walk that n_gga down
Walk that n_gga down, walk that n_gga down
Walk that n_gga down, walk that n_gga down
Put your man down, better not make a sound
Brand new diamond bad and they hold a hundred 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)
[Don’t Kill Civilians]
[Mustafa:]
This hood sh_t don’t matter
But, why my n_gga die? Somebody, God, answer
Told him put his gun down
And he didn’t make it to another November
Told my bro to leave town
But he don’t have the bread to really leave the gutter
And I’m startin’ 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’ll come back at it for drillin’
Now it’ll pray for a ho’
But if it comes, n_ggas know what we built for
N_ggas know what we built for
Shootouts in the winter, bro cop bigger
Finally came home, but to no real n_ggas
Just pour some liquor, it’s all good, but he don’t miss her
He ain’t the same, he can’t be with her, oh
Tell me how to cope right
Too many dead friends, it rains for the whole night
Tell me how to cope right
Locked in the cell and you hearin’ that your bro died
No state of mind
If a n_gga trips, don’t waste no time
Still love, still love
We spin and this n_gga’s claimin’ crowd
Bro wants to kill again
Told him, “Be patient, these boys civilians”
The drop’ll come back at, back at, but, really
We’ll never miss, we’ll never miss
Bro wants to kill again
Told him, “Be patient, you don’t kill civilians”
The drop’ll come back at it for drillin’
Now it’ll pray for a ho’
But if it comes, n_ggas know what we built for
N_ggas know what we built for
Oh
Oh-oh-oh
