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Walk Em Down (Don't Kill Civilians) (Explicit) - Metro Boomin/21 Savage/Mustafa
Lyrics by：Simon Hessman/Leland Wayne/Carlton Davis Mays Jr./Peter Lee Johnson/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Mustafa Ahmed
Composed by：Simon Hessman/Leland Wayne/Carlton Davis Mays Jr./Peter Lee Johnson/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Mustafa Ahmed
We represent destruction n***a
Death mayhem murder and madness n***a
You try me you gon' die
You try to score us you gon' die

Pourin' up drank sippin' Wock' by the pint
Rich n***a I buy you my friendship with the bank
My boujee ***** be actin' like she loyal but she ain't
Fell in love with a hood rat and she walk stank
My brother down the road with a 'xtendo on his shank
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 light and bang
I'm a Eastside n***a with a bankroll
Used to call us country they don't want no gun smoke
I'm with this **** 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 **** though
Buck shots in his stomach now his guts gone
Walk that n***a down
Walk that n***a down walk that n***a down
Put your man down bet' not make a sound
Brand new diamond back and it 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***a softer than a parfait
Used to serve in a hallway
N***a 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***y you know what I'm on p***y
You only tough on the camera phone p***y
I ain't finna rob you get your gamble on p***y
Y'all the type of n***as we put hammers on p***y
Beef about a ***** you a tender-d**k rookie
I can't even cap his baby mama **** gushy
Amiri jeans stuffed with them blues all tookie
Used to sell the gas now I'm sellin' all cookie
This hood **** don't matter
But why my n***a die
Somebody gotta 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***as know what we built for
N***as know what we built for
Shootouts in the winter bro cop bigger
Finally came home but to no real n***as
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
Locked in the cell and you hearin' that your bro died
No state of mind
If a n***a trips don't waste no time
Still love still love
We spin and this n***a's claimin' crowd
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
Oh
Oh-oh-oh