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letra de walkdown - top shoota

[intro]
yeah man ebk n-gga!
n-gga know what the f-ck goin on man
you know what i’m sayin
whack n-ggas k!ll n-ggas (walkdown)
haha smoke his ass (boom boom!)

[chorus]
i only walk down let’s go downstairs
i’m smokin that gas put one in the air
i let off some shots, i swear anywhere
i slept in the bushes i met his ass there
that n-gga dissin he really a ho
i’m poppin these n-ggas do you see the sco’
i crept up behind him he didn’t even know
he looked like a cake so imma just blow
can’t go broke let me hit up a sto’
imma slide on yo block and that’s on fo
shot that n-gga i’ll whack yo lil cousin
glock mcdonalds so heat a mcm-ffin
everybody duckin cuz top shotta bustin
i see how he scared i see how he clutchin
12 be on me but thеy don’t know nothin
i just be shootin i swear i be rushin

[verse]
b-tch got k!llеd cuz they be was fussin
n-ggas be leechin they always want somthin
don’t come to play i don’t like parties
shootin at n-ggas i feel like james harden
all in the sto, fit it under my shirt
imma slide on yo granny while she preachin at church
can’t f-ckin lack i stay on alert
he kept f-ckin dissin got put on a shirt
let me step back i’m feelin like dirk
ho set me up i’m shootin through that skirt
you say you with it n-gga why you ain’t shootin
my .9 real sick so you got the flu
yo partna he with you so you get it too
i listen to 2pac but i got the juice
short young n-gga i walk with a drum
n-ggas be scared when top shoota come
you had a gun so why did you run
i knew you was slow with them weak ass lungs
opps in my blunt so guess who i’m facin
shoot em broad day and i’m fightin cases
ya’ll lazy to shoot i tie n-ggas laces
only walk downs that’s all that i’m takin
go get the car let’s slide on his brother
f-ck it lil barber i pull out that cutter
[chorus]
i only walk down let’s go downstairs
i’m smokin that gas put one in the air
i let off some shots, i swear anywhere
i slept in the bushes i met his ass there
that n-gga dissin he really a ho
i’m poppin these n-ggas do you see the sco’
i crept up behind him he didn’t even know
he looked like a cake so imma just blow
can’t go broke let me hit up a sto’
imma slide on yo block and that’s on fo
shot that n-gga i’ll whack yo lil cousin
glock mcdonalds so heat a mcm-ffin
everybody duckin cuz top shotta bustin
i see how he scared i see how he clutchin
12 be on me but they don’t know nothin
i just be shootin i swear i be rushin

[outro: top shoota, cyraq]
b-tch ass n-gga! (laughter)
n-gga you can’t run n-gga
walk down, run down n-gga
that’s all ebk do
k!ll n-ggas! (haha)
everybody dyin!
you know what i’m sayin, dead n-ggas, die
ha, die slow

- top shoota

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