Walk It, Talk It Lyrics - Dirtiest Thirstiest - Yung Wun

Oh yeah 

All in formation 

We gon' walk wit it 

(Hey) 

We gon' talk wit it 

(Ooh) 

Got me screamin' out 

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again 

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again 

We gon' walk wit it 

(Hey) 

We gon' talk wit it 

(Ooh) 

Got me screamin' out 

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again 

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again 

This face expression of a baller 

Shot calla, gettin' down for miles of travelin' through these walls 

Leavin' the green ova bitches, shady tells a 50 licks 

It's sad I had to leave 'em in critical conditions 

Up in that hoodlum wall club pourin' liquor on niggaz 

It's green fellish for life there, they go hit the lights 

Back do it in park, as I bounced up out that cash po' 

Call up Joe, where he at? He at tha airport 

Duckin' an' runnin' from these po pos they outta control 

30 cops chasin' a nigga from the ghetto 

Got away clean, [unverified] 

Tired as hell, I put that suit case down 

We gon' walk wit it 

(Hey) 

We gon' talk wit it 

(Ooh) 

Got me screamin' out 

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again 

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again 

6 o clock in tha mourin' stretchin' and yawnin' as the sun rise 

Poorin' out liquor fo all my soldiers that died 

In these ghetto days, bussin' bottles and shoot the bitches 

It's them ghetto ways, them ghetto ways 

(Hey) 

My 1st mission of the day, wit a swisha fired up 

They say ya back in the trap again shorty so what 

Where the weed at? Believe that, I need that, so [unverified] niggaz 

On the south side get slack 

Is it my last day, I don't knoe, but if I go 

Put a blunt in my casket shorty let mah soul smoke 

So on 3, PPG fast street for cannonville 

On the souf side where hard heads ride we keep it real 

We gon' walk wit it 

(Hey) 

We gon' talk wit it 

(Ooh) 

Got me screamin' out 

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again 

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again 

I'm tryin' to cop the new bently thang 

I already got the fansies off the lot wit tha Cuban Frames 

4 4's on top I move them thangs 

ya car slippin' in tha hood ya mite loose ya brain 

[Unverified] 

Like a black bird, that's rite, high up on the curve 

David Atten on mah face like CFA, GIA but call 'em Dedra Allison 

Bay banks and billoms high flys and hideaways 

In Dresden stay and play 

I got tha Nelly claw on the seize and do' 

Ya neva saw a Yung 

Nigga do this shit befo' 

We gon' walk wit it 

(Hey) 

We gon' talk wit it 

(Ooh) 

Got me screamin' out 

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again 

Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again 

Let 'em kno, every hood roun 

The world this how we doin' this here 

Yung Wun, knoe what I'm sayin' 

Bringin' it to ya on the real 

Uncut strait street, all hood 

America, we have a problem 

4 real it's goin' down 

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha 

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha 

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha 

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha 

East Side what, West Side what 

Down South motha fuka, where tha mouf motha fucka 

East side, West Side, North Side, South Side 

Mississippi in dis thang rite 

ATL man, St. Louis man, magnolia, bounce bak, get that what