Walk It Off

Freddie Gibbs

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You can only die once
You feel that? Hahaha
Yeah, yeah
See you niggas don't know the devil's work
You know what I'm sayin'?
You never let a nigga rest
Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah
They want us, you know
They want us to be against each other, you know what I'm sayin'?
Motherfuckers want me to fuck you up, want me to kill you (Yeah, yeah)
And you want me to do it too
So I'm goin' to fuckin' do it, nigga, let's do it, yeah

A nigga get his marbles regardless (Yeah)
Got a job in the mob, 'cause I'm heartless (Yeah)
Sellin' dog in the heart out apartments
I'm finna go legit, I'm flippin' stocks on the market
The taste for the right blow
Taxin' niggas out the game, when the price low
I keep my hands to myself, I don't fight hoes (Nah)
A bitch'll fuck around and take a nigga life goals

When she was talkin' out of turn, told that goofy ho' to knock it off (Knock it off)
Hit the street, then break a nigga pocket off (Pocket off)
All that pussy poppin', you ain't poppin' off
Hit it from the back, give me top, just to top it off
Gunnin' for my spot, told that goofy nigga "Knock it off" (Knock it off)
Fuck around and maybe let me send it off (Send it off)
Seen him on that podcast, poppin' off
Shot him in his-, told that pussy nigga "Walk it off", yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Couple dollars on me, every key, the broke fiend
The plug never call back, the dope fiend
Tell the feds I ain't doin' shit, I'm blowin' free
Out in Dallas, screamin': Rest in peace to MO3
Couple dollars off of every key, to blow free
The plug never call back, the dope fiend
Tell the feds I ain't doin' shit, I'm blowin' free
Freddie 'caine, Mr. Rabbit, I got it, they know me (Yeah, yeah)

She was talkin' out of turn, told that goofy ho' to knock it off (Yeah, yeah)
Hit the street, then break a nigga pocket off (Pocket off)
All that pussy poppin', you ain't poppin' off
Hit it from the back, give me top, just to top it off (Yeah, yeah)
Gunnin' for my spot, told that goofy nigga "Knock it off" (Knock it off)
Took they guns and they chains and they watch it off (Bitch-nigga)
Seen him on that podcast, poppin' off
Shot him in his-, told this pussy nigga Walk it off, yeah, yeah

Walk it off, nigga, yeah, yeah (Walk it off)
Nigga, yeah, yeah
How you feel? Yeah
I never let a nigga rest
Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah
Ha, nigga, yeah, yeah
Yeah, big Rabbit, yeah
Nigga, yeah, yeah
King of R&B, nigga (How you feel, nigga?)
I'm in the hummer for the summer
With the best, got a big strap, yeah

Couple dollars on me, every key, the broke fiend
The plug never call back, the dope fiend
Tell the feds I ain't doin' shit, I'm blowin' free
Freddie 'caine, Mr. Rabbit, I got it, they know me
From the G, I took the rack, I was thinkin' they dope fiends
Tell the feds I ain't trappin', I'm rappin', I blow free
Fuck that yak, I used to sip the act', the codeine
I'm in Dallas, yellin': Rest in peace to MO3, nigga, yeah, yeah

Rest in peace, my nigga (Yeah)
Yeah, uh, you feel me? (Yeah, yeah)
It's a whole thing, baby, you dig?
I never let a nigga rest
Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah
It's all up (Yeah), you know what I mean? (Yeah, yeah)
Count it up
I'm in the hummer for the summer
With the best, got a big strap, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Freddie, I'm tellin' you, nigga, you need to come on in
I never let a nigga rest
Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah, yeah
Come on in (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma take you to the land of milk and honey, nigga
I'm in the hummer for the summer
With the best, got a big strap, yeah

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