Walk Em Down lyrics

[Intro]
(M-M-MoneybagMont, you makin' hits)

[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc & ZayBang]
He hit the floor, man down, pick your mans up (Ayy, pick him up)
Did his ass just flex 10 hunnid? Get your bands up (Ayy, what the f*ck?)
He tried to fight, boy it's goodnight, don't get blammed up (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
I got my hand out 'cause I'm handsome, lil b*tch, hand some (Like, give it here)
We'd kidnap your ass and sell you for ransom (Haha)
HotBoiizz, b*tch it's EBK, know what that stand for (HotBoii)
R-real n*gga, not the goofy kind, I'm a stand-up (At all)
Your n*gga boosie, won't even let you come outside with the damn thugs
Hell nah, you can't jump inside this ride, catch the damn bus (Nope)
Keep my fly swatter while I'm mobbin' on the land, huh (FlyK)
Do what I want, while you gon' do what you can, huh (Ay, what you can)
Jump shot, is you silly? n*gga, and-one (n*gga, and-one)
b*tch, we threw there, every week we on feet (We on feet)
It's just me and Lil Kam, we both got 50 on our gleeks (That's 100)
He a real dork, why the f*ck he gon' start with me? (Tell me why)
Well ok n*gga, then hop in the car and see (Ay, we gon' see)
She all up on me, lil baby apart of me (Apart of what?)
Watch where you steppin' lil biddie, these Prada sneaks (Ay watch out)
My mama call everyday and say she proud of me
I got that demon locked down right now, don't bring it out of me
Tell me how you wanna funk? I hear you ain't got a heat (Tell me)
And you ain't gotta heat (Ayy)
Tell me how you wanna funk? I hear you ain't got a heat (Ayy)
And you ain't gotta heat (Ayy)
[Verse 2: ZayBang]
How is n*ggas tryna funk and you ain't even got no strap?
Have a sucka show on feet, goofy n*ggas run track
We just killed another pus*y, tell them n*ggas run it back
Fully drakes shootin' rockets, pus*y n*gga run a lap
You ain't ready for no skits, you be runnin' with your pop
I ain't tryna buy no green, I need Tris or some Wock'
Every time they made a diss we went and spinned them n*ggas block
He mad I f*cked this n*gga b*tch, and she ain't never tell me stop
I f*cked around and got a bag and threw some roochies on a truck
I ain't vouching for no nerds, n*ggas goofy, he don't bust
Tell him go play with his kids, why n*ggas tryna play with us?
And we'll leave a n*gga here like n*ggas probably came with us
You tried to hold the b*tch down, I need some money out the b*tch
Let her try to play dumb, I'ma try to f*ck her sis
Free my brother out that slam, we get to steppin' 'round this b*tch
I might have to blow my pole, I can't just stand around this sh*t, n*gga