Walk It Out Songtext
von Big Scarr

Whoa (ayo, Shod Beatz), whoa
Up with that fire, make ′em walk it out (Drvmlord)
.30 on me, so it's nothin′ we can talk about

Uh, whoa, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out
.30 on me, so you know that it's nothin′ we can talk about
Make me pull up to your whereabouts
Uh, whoa, up with that fire, make ′em walk it out
I hid that sack at my mama house
'Member them days I was broke, had to sleep on my mama couch

Uh (uh), whoa, my shooters gon′ step, that's for no amount
I tell ′em steppers to spin, guaranteed that it's goin′ down
Talkin' down make me pull up to your whereabouts
Uh (uh), whoa (whoa), up with that fire, make 'em walk it out
.30 on me, so you know that it′s nothin′ we can talk about
Make me pull up to your whereabouts

(Uh) yeah, walk a nigga down, I ain't doin′ no talkin' (walk a nigga down)
Big Draco, put a nigga in a coffin (big Drac′)
Splashin' (splash), water on me wet like a dolphin
Nasty, lil′ bitch, eat it off the body (eat)


Beat the pussy up off the Roxy like I'm Rocky (beat it)
Brought a middleman since he lyin' ′bout exotic (whoa)
Stolen Hellcat, nigga, fuck a Bugatti (vroom)
Double R the gang, real rich like Roddy (yeah, yeah)

Big bankroll got a nigga cocky
New trap house full of ′bows of exotic ('bows of exotic)
New coupe, got a nigga floor matchin′ carpet (floor matchin' carpet)
Young rich nigga, yeah, I′m a big shit popper
Reachin' for this chain, damn right I′ma pop you (grrt-grrt)
7.62 bullets hot like lava (hot like lava)
Double R the gang, yeah, I'm the godfather, bitch (godfather, bitch)

Uh, whoa, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out
.30 on me, so you know that it′s nothin′ we can talk about
Make me pull up to your whereabouts
Uh, whoa, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out
I hid that sack at my mama house
′Member them days I was broke, had to sleep on my mama couch

Uh (uh), whoa, my shooters gon' step, that′s for no amount
I tell 'em steppers to spin, guaranteed that it′s goin' down
Talkin' down make me pull up to your whereabouts
Uh (uh), whoa (whoa), up with that fire, make ′em walk it out
.30 on me, so you know that it′s nothin' we can talk about
Make me pull up to your whereabouts


Uh, Frozone, real trap nigga, I ain′t doin' no fraud
Racks in my pocket like a nigga on hard
Fuck a bank account, I ain′t swipin' no card
Money on your head, better get up out of Dodge

Stolen Hellcat, switch the VIN up in the yard
Nigga actin′ gangsta, they pulled your whole card
Walk a nigga down, leave his brains in the yard
Rap-cappin'-ass nigga, I ain't doin′ no ′flagin'

Pack too strong, smell like bodies in the closet
Chop make your whole crew dance, Jabbawockeez
Still get high off the tens in the Wocky
5K fit, still won′t re-rock it
Wanna join the gang, boy, you gotta catch a body
On God, rap-cappin'-ah nigga, bitch ass

Uh, whoa, up with that fire, make ′em walk it out
.30 on me, so you know that it's nothin′ we can talk about
Make me pull up to your whereabouts
Uh, whoa, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out
I hid that sack at my mama house
'Member them days I was broke, had to sleep on my mama couch

Uh (uh), whoa, my shooters gon′ step, that′s for no amount
I tell 'em steppers to spin, guaranteed that it′s goin' down
Talkin′ down make me pull up to your whereabouts
Uh (uh), whoa (whoa), up with that fire, make 'em walk it out
.30 on me, so you know that it′s nothin' we can talk about
Make me pull up to your whereabouts