Killa Kyleon - Walk It Out Flow lyrics

rate me

[talking:]

Gotta walk it out Rogers, this for my Southside niggaz mayn

You know I'm hearing the rumors mayn

They say that ain't where I'm from, I'm hearing the rumors

But I'ma do this one for Dead End nigga, that's right run it

[Kyleon:]

I'm from that Dead End area, where them niggaz'll bury ya

Run up with a danger, put one in your darrier

Still selling oil, like I'm Bush and them terrorists

And got that white, locking like a pitbull terrier

I'm addicted to the game, that's my bitch I might marry her

Diamonds on that ring finger, made her my Beyonce

Killa gotta eat, getting money is my entree

Pocket full of chips, block hotter than Picante

Some say game over, miss me with that Flip shit

I need's mine, so I'm cooking crack up like it's Bisquick

And no I don't miss licks, I got the block on DVR

Call me Marlowe, I give a dead block CPR

Corner boy, spit fire through the wire

Niggaz claim to be the truth, but I am they just liars

Hand on that guac', and I'm gripping like pliers

Getting drunk I'm round the club, like fliers highest

Head Honcho, still getting work from Poncho

I'm making cash money, so you know I'm finna stunt hoe

Money talk but I'm quiet, bullshit irrelevant

Fuck with my bread, and get a bullet through your skeleton

Juggle green genie, with the insides elephant

Candy paint wet, so you know I'm fish tailing it

Hit a block with a block, I'm fish scaling it

And yeah I got em for cheap, you need it I'm selling it

[Hook:]

Y'all niggaz, ain't talking bout nothing

If you don't make money, the topic of your discussion

My nigga, what is y'all saying

DJ, what the fuck is you playing

I hear them niggaz talking loud, but they ain't saying shit

I guess that's why the DJ, ain't playing shit

My nigga, what is y'all saying

DJ, what the fuck is you playing