Walk Em Down (Don’t Kill Civilians) - 21 Savage ft. 21 Savage, Mustafa

We represent destruction, nigga

Death, mayhem, murder and madness, nigga

You try me, you gon' die

You try to score us, you gon' die

Pourin' up drank, sippin' Wock' by the pint

Rich nigga, I buy you my friendship with the bank

My boujee bitch be actin' like she loyal, but she ain't

Fell in love with a hood rat and she walk stank

My brother down the road with a 'xtendo on his shank

Felt like I can do whatever, never say I can't

I won't move off my emotions, I'ma always think

Tracker on his car, catch him at the light and bang

I'm a Eastside nigga with a bankroll

Used to call us country, they don't want no gun smoke

I'm with this shit, but countin' money more fun though

All the opps say they hard, why they run for?

All these choppers, I can open up a gun store

Really street, I ain't goin' for the guts though

Give you cash money, I can't give no fuck though

Buck shots hit his stomach, now his guts gone

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down

Put your man down, bet' not make a sound

Brand new Diamondback back and it hold a hundred rounds

I ain't hit no kids, 'cause I walk my man down

I won't hit no kids, I'ma walk my man down

AK or the SK?

Late night, broad day

.223 change your heart rate

Nigga softer than a parfait

Used to serve in a hallway

Nigga sold me a bag, it was all shake

Called him back, like, "I want eight" (Hello?)

Thought I came to shop, but it was all take

Pussy, you know what I'm on, pussy

You only tough on the camera phone, pussy

I ain't finna rob you, get your gamble on, pussy

Y'all the type of niggas we put hammers on, pussy

Beef about a bitch, you a tender-dick rookie

I can't even cap, his baby mama shit gushy

Amiri jeans stuffed with them blues, all tookie

Used to sell the gas, now I'm sellin' all cookie

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down

Put your man down, bet' not make a sound

Brand new Diamondback and it hold a hundred rounds

I ain't hit no kids, 'cause I walk my man down

(I won't hit no kids, I'ma walk my man down)

This hood shit don't matter

But when my nigga die, somebody gotta answer

Told him put his gun down

And he didn't make it to another November

Told my bro, "Leave town"

But he don't have the bread to really leave the gutter

And I'm startin' to wonder

Gotta find ways to not go under

Bro wants to kill again

Told him, "Be patient, you don't kill civilians"

The drop'll come back out if it's written in

No, we don't pray for war

But if it comes, niggas know what we built for

Niggas know what we built for

Shootouts in the winter, bro got bigger

Finally came home, but to no real niggas

Just us and liquor, his old girl, but he don't miss her

He ain't the same, he can't be with her, oh

Tell me how to cope right

So many dead friends

Your prayers fill the whole night

Tell me how to grow right

Locked in the cell and you hearin' that your bro died

New state of mind

If a nigga trips, don't waste no time

Stay alive, stay alive

We spin and these niggas claim the crime

Bro wants to kill again

Told him, "Be patient, these were civilians"

The drop'll come back out, back out, what's written in

We'll never miss, we'll never miss

Bro wants to kill again

Told him, "Be patient, you don't kill civilians"

The drop'll come back out if it's written in

No, we don't pray for war

But if it comes, niggas know what we built for

Niggas know what we built for

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