Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Walking , by - YamaicaRelease date: 02.08.2019
Song language: English
Walking |
| How you gonna talk bout bread? |
| And you ain’t seen 10 of the bands? |
| you frauds! |
| How you gonna talk bout shooting? |
| I live this this, While they talk it |
| How you gonna talk bout gang? |
| Like we ain’t cause hell on dem mans block? |
| And how you gonna talk bout bars? |
| They’re some dead working informants |
| How you gonna talk bout bread? |
| And you ain’t seen 10 of the bands? |
| you frauds! |
| How you gonna talk bout shooting? |
| And now you ain’t never crash no corn |
| How you gonna talk bout gang? |
| Like we ain’t cause hell on dem mans block? |
| And how you gonna talk bout bars? |
| Like you ain’t seen the corn dem boy got? |
| So how you wanna talk about beef? |
| Cause I was tryna link up the opps |
| Canon on me like machine |
| You was tryna link up ah thot (Ah Hooker) |
| And cuddle her under the sheets (Hooker) |
| The boys say the bad but they not |
| Cause they run anytime it’s beef |
| (running legs) |
| Everyone talking tough |
| But running off when mans walking up |
| I ain’t tryna talk dat much |
| Just lurk around wit da 40 tucked |
| Dem man joints don’t bang |
| They walk around with some faulty stuff |
| Man talk shit on the net |
| Soon pepper man for that sorty stuff |
| Meanwhile serve 'salt' and 'pepper' |
| Young boy tryna do it bare-hands |
| Told him to sort some leathers (Don't be stupid!) |
| Got ah new link for the smoke |
| Dem yardman said he can sort suppressors |
| Or clip extendo |
| So man not have to walk wit extras |
| Now ah man just fill it up all |
| Opp block tryna drill em' all up |
| Live corn hit ah boy in his chest |
| His lunch, watch it bring it all up |
| The man scratched off 1 or 2 times |
| I was shocked, cause he never do much |
| I had about 3 waps in the crib |
| Added 1 more, cause it’s never too much |
| (Road. Life. No. Lies!) |
| , after too many |
| Told bro I’d rather trade dat pump, cuh' I’m too heavy |
| You ain’t never 'Jumped Out Gang' on ah man |
| And the legs just do jelly |
| Walk in the yard, man 2 waps deep |
| Cuh' the mandem too ready |
| Mans too kweffy |
| How you gonna talk bout bread? |
| And you ain’t seen 10 of the bands? |
| you frauds! |
| How you gonna talk bout shooting? |
| And now you ain’t never crash no corn |
| How you gonna talk bout gang? |
| Like we ain’t cause hell on dem mans block? |
| And how you gonna talk bout bars? |
| Like you ain’t seen the corn dem boy got? |
| How you wanna talk about beef? |
| Cause I was tryna link up the opps |
| Canon on me like machine |
| You was tryna link up ah thot |
| And cuddle her under the sheets |
| The boys say the bad but they not |
| Cause they run anytime it’s beef |
| I’m walking |
| Dats 3−2 half I what walk with |
| But dats only if man caught with |
| I live this, while they talk it |
| They’re some dead working informants |
| Their last attempt was appalling |
| We hazards with no warning |
| Deliver fry-ups in the morning |
| Or anytime |
| Man get dat all-day-special |
| Wit extra 'fries' |
| Serve 'chickens', 'halfed' and 'quartered' |
| No extra sides |
| Had 'silver-spoons' dat talking like they round dese' knives |
| I know they ain’t bout this life |
| You need to level up |
| Tell my young g’s do it proper |
| We ain’t tryna level stuff |
| Ah thousand g’s in the whip |
| Tryna get home, it’s nuts |
| Got so much to say on tracks |
| Its mad cah' they ain’t done much |
| These children, don’t do drugs! |
| I juug with it |
| when I showed him how to juug wit it |
| When I’m roaming, I rock wit it |
| I ain’t tryna be lock’n it (I don’t need that) |
| Fill the gauge, 2 shells up what I got wit it |
| Better mind you don’t get shot wit it |
| How you gonna talk bout bread? |
| And you ain’t seen 10 of the bands? |
| you frauds! |
| How you gonna talk bout shooting? |
| And now you ain’t never crash no corn |
| How you gonna talk bout gang? |
| Like we ain’t cause hell on dem mans block? |
| And how you gonna talk bout bars? |
| Like you ain’t seen the corn dem boy got? |
| How you wanna talk about beef? |
| Cause I was tryna link up the opps |
| Canon on me like machine |
| You was tryna link up ah thot |
| And cuddle her under the sheets |
| The boys say the bad but they not |
| Cause they run anytime it’s beef |
| (Running legs) |