Walk It, Talk It Songtext / Lyric

Oh yeah

All in formation



We gon' walk wit it

(Hey)

We gon' talk wit it

(Ooh)

Got me screamin' out

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again



We gon' walk wit it

(Hey)

We gon' talk wit it

(Ooh)

Got me screamin' out

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again






This face expression of a baller

Shot calla, gettin' down for miles of travelin' through these walls

Leavin' the green ova bitches, shady tells a 50 licks

It's sad I had to leave 'em in critical conditions



Up in that hoodlum wall club pourin' liquor on niggaz

It's green fellish for life there, they go hit the lights

Back do it in park, as I bounced up out that cash po'

Call up Joe, where he at? He at tha airport



Duckin' an' runnin' from these po pos they outta control

30 cops chasin' a nigga from the ghetto

Got away clean, [unverified]

Tired as hell, I put that suit case down



We gon' walk wit it

(Hey)

We gon' talk wit it

(Ooh)

Got me screamin' out

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again



6 o clock in tha mourin' stretchin' and yawnin' as the sun rise

Poorin' out liquor fo all my soldiers that died

In these ghetto days, bussin' bottles and shoot the bitches

It's them ghetto ways, them ghetto ways

(Hey)



My 1st mission of the day, wit a swisha fired up

They say ya back in the trap again shorty so what

Where the weed at? Believe that, I need that, so [unverified] niggaz

On the south side get slack



Is it my last day, I don't knoe, but if I go

Put a blunt in my casket shorty let mah soul smoke

So on 3, PPG fast street for cannonville

On the souf side where hard heads ride we keep it real



We gon' walk wit it

(Hey)

We gon' talk wit it

(Ooh)

Got me screamin' out

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again



I'm tryin' to cop the new bently thang

I already got the fansies off the lot wit tha Cuban Frames

4 4's on top I move them thangs

ya car slippin' in tha hood ya mite loose ya brain



[Unverified]

Like a black bird, that's rite, high up on the curve

David Atten on mah face like CFA, GIA but call 'em Dedra Allison

Bay banks and billoms high flys and hideaways



In Dresden stay and play

I got tha Nelly claw on the seize and do'

Ya neva saw a Yung

Nigga do this shit befo'



We gon' walk wit it

(Hey)

We gon' talk wit it

(Ooh)

Got me screamin' out

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again



Let 'em kno, every hood roun

The world this how we doin' this here

Yung Wun, knoe what I'm sayin'

Bringin' it to ya on the real



Uncut strait street, all hood

America, we have a problem

4 real it's goin' down



Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha



East Side what, West Side what

Down South motha fuka, where tha mouf motha fucka

East side, West Side, North Side, South Side

Mississippi in dis thang rite

ATL man, St. Louis man, magnolia, bounce bak, get that what