Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walking Dead, artist - Lil Berete. Album song 1 Way Out, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NEW GEN
Song language: English
Walking Dead |
| They came and took my last |
| Friendship had a crash |
| I started seein' cash, but I’d never seen the cane |
| With shit locked to my leg |
| Now chain long on my neck |
| Forever stay the same, I would never keep upset |
| A lotta people talkin' 'cause they want my head |
| Want my head, I know they want my head |
| Stab me in the back, I be walking dead |
| Walking dead, like I’m walking dead |
| Hustle all night, and the cops don’t care |
| Cops don’t care, I was like, the cops don’t care |
| She started losin' feelings for her nigga over there |
| Left one here, she left one there |
| Girl, you should’ve known, never get attached |
| She gon' keep ridin' while I pedaling, I crash |
| Cop a lot for a nigga, I be forgettin' 'bout the past |
| I never had a dream so I’m gon' treat it like my last |
| My dawg, he doin' time, he tried to ride out with no mask |
| Barely gettin' food, I know it’s hard for him to fast |
| I love all my soldiers so I got a big fam |
| Live the life, I’m comin', I’ll never see that jail again |
| A got tighter time for niggas, I don’t see a gang |
| So I got write this letter for the hopes I see again |
| Bitch, do the choppers, gon' be sittin' like the pen |
| I do what I want, it’s not my problem, I don’t strays, days |
| When I hit the block up, my Glock fade up or lit |
| Also got some gloves on so I don’t leave a trace |
| Walkin' with some shots that could put you in the grave |
| My brother, he got caught already, no numbers on his cage |
| They came and took my last |
| Friendship had a crash |
| I started seein' cash, but I’d never seen the cane |
| With shit locked to my leg |
| Now chain long on my neck |
| Forever stay the same, no, I would never keep upset, no |
| A lotta people talkin' 'cause they want my head |
| Want my head, I know they want my head |
| Stab me in the back, I be walking dead |
| Walking dead, like I’m walking dead |
| Hustle all night, and the cops don’t care |
| Cops don’t care, I was like, the cops don’t care |
| She started losin' feelings for her nigga over there |
| Left one here, she left one there |
| She left one here, I told her, she ain’t comin' back |
| Every other week she ask me, «Where my money at?» |
| Respect don’t be, but I can’t trust her soul at all |
| Pour her a drink, that lady, then I took her to the fall |
| About a check would be, throw that ass on me |
| She sexy, clean, keep her lil’s on fleet |
| But, like, he’s my brother so you know we got fees |
| Stay there out the radar so my cases keepin' clean |
| Keep those chops gangsta like I did for Japanese |
| Almost sliced them, out for niggas be greedy |
| I know she was hot, I gotta keep my mouth easy |
| I get too much nightmares, every night I want sleepy |
| Told her, I can hit it right if she keep it on the repeat |
| Told her, yeah, I’m livin' right, come to bedroom, it’s like cheat sheet |
| Kill her for the night and she told me dig it deep, deep |
| And if I hit her right, she gon' tell her friends about me |
| A lotta people talkin' 'cause they want my head |
| Want my head, I know they want my head |
| Stab me in the back, I be walking dead |
| Walking dead, like I’m walking dead |
| Hustle all night, and the cops don’t care |
| Cops don’t care, I was like, the cops don’t care |
| She started losin' feelings for her nigga over there |
| Left one here, she left one there |