Walk Lyrics - Telly Mac

[Hook: Gucci Mane] 

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) 

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[Verse 1: Shady Got Da Juice] 

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 

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[Hook: Gucci Mane] 

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) 

[Verse 2: Telly Mac] 

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 

[Hook: Gucci Mane] 

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) 

[Verse 3: [?]] 

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 

[Hook: Gucci Mane] 

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)