Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walk, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 02.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Walk |
| F-f-fifty thousand on fifty triggers |
| Damn your hoe need supervision |
| Ru-run new Maybach, no petitions |
| So I tell my sea of bitches |
| Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (walk) |
| Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (It's Guwop) |
| Shady Got Da Juice |
| I be shinin', I make niggas sick |
| When I spin the block, I leave a mess, bitch I’m with the shit |
| I call that Ruger reptile, burn your body, when that bitch spit |
| I’m in yo shitty bippin' for them bands, tryna make 'em flip |
| Doin' suckers man, he will not see 'em, make a sucker strip |
| I be posted by that stop sign, with a cookie zip |
| Slide through, I’m beating down your whip, with the 30 stick |
| My brody call my phone, and I’m there, like he had a wish |
| We havin' it, we spend it when we want, 'cause we stacking it |
| I’m a sav' with it, I’m jumping through your window if that bag in it |
| If I ain’t outside, then I’m in the kitchen baggin' it |
| I’m addicted to this paper, I swear to god, I’m so bad with it |
| I’m fighting with these demons like I don’t know right from wrong |
| My block hours up, I’m outside, ain’t going home |
| I’m rocking with that plastic, that stainless hurt with that chrome |
| And I keep that bitch on me, ain’t gotta call a nigga phone |
| F-f-fifty thousand on fifty triggers |
| Damn your hoe need supervision |
| Ru-run new Maybach, no petitions |
| So I tell my sea of bitches |
| Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (Walk) |
| Yeah walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (It's Guwop) |
| F-f-fifty thousand on fifty triggers |
| Damn your hoe need supervision |
| Ru-run new Maybach, no petitions |
| So I tell my sea of bitches |
| Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (Walk) |
| Yeah walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (It's Guwop) |
| I put 50K on that bip |
| I pour 50K out that bitch |
| If a 50K on that lick |
| Now I got Gucci Mane on my shit |
| With LV tha Don and Shady |
| You know we got that juice |
| Off them ruts and that D’ussé |
| We making the hoes get loose |
| Tr-tr-trapping in that kitchen |
| In case you need some proof |
| Man, the proof is in your face, man, and this is the truth |
| We be live and direct |
| Connect jet-to-jet |
| Collect check-to-check |
| So respect we gon' get |
| From the Bay to ATL |
| Ay, Las Vegas to LA |
| Man, we coming for that bag, now we scorin' off this play |
| Dirty Jay and TLK |
| Keep a hundred in that case |
| So if frenemies and enemies turn up, DOA, ay |
| We playing with that ammo |
| Bust shots off like Rambo |
| So get some life insurances, and bulletproof that Lambo |
| We playing with that ammo |
| Bust shots off like Rambo |
| So get some life insurances, and bulletproof that Lambo |
| Fifty thousand on fifty triggers |
| Damn your hoe need supervision |
| Ru-run new Maybach, no petitions |
| So I tell my sea of bitches |
| Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (Walk) |
| Yeah walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (It's Guwop) |
| F-f-fifty thousand on fifty triggers |
| Damn your hoe need supervision |
| Ru-run new Maybach, no petitions |
| So I tell my sea of bitches |
| Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (Walk) |
| Yeah walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (It's Guwop) |
| Real nigga can’t fake that |
| Tryna pull up in the Maybach |
| Anything I lost, I done made back |
| This a marathon, life a racetrack |
| If I’m in the field they can’t tackle me |
| My exes, they exes, they after me |
| Yo bitch, yeah your bitch, she come back to me |
| I’m from the block where they packing heat |
| I spy in the hill like I’m Gucci |
| Two blocks in the K and I’m Gucci |
| Keep a bitch in the kitchen like Lucy |
| Make it down, we be bussin' like Uzi |
| Don’t disrespect then we clap it up |
| Get to the money and stack it up |
| She bust it down then she back it up |
| We hit a stadium, we pack it up |
| I’m tryna hustle and make it four |
| Two hundred, no that shit we takin' off |
| The Rolly so big, it’ll break your arm |
| They killin' for guap then they take it off |
| Don’t act like you friend, oh you killing me |
| I throw a bullet like Timothy |
| Still go to war with my enemies |
| Just fucked a bitch on some Hennessy |
| Don’t act like you friend, oh you killing me |
| I throw a bullet like Timothy |
| Still go to war with my enemies |
| Just fucked a bitch on some Hennessy |
| Hundred round when it’s time to slide |
| Niggas get down when that choppa fly |
| Keep a few bitches that’s down to ride |
| I know my bitches, they down to ride |
| F-f-fifty thousand on fifty triggers |
| Damn your hoe need supervision |
| Ru-run new Maybach, no petitions |
| So I tell my sea of bitches |
| Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (Walk) |
| Yeah walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (It's Guwop) |
| F-f-fifty thousand on fifty triggers |
| Damn your hoe need supervision |
| Ru-run new Maybach, no petitions |
| So I tell my sea of bitches |
| Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (Walk) |
| Yeah walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (It's Guwop) |
| Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk walk (Yea) |
| Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (It's Guwop) |
| Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk walk (Yea) |
| Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh) |
| Walk (It's Guwop) |