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walk ups - lil jay lyrics

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[hook: lil jay]
we don’t do drive-bys we just walk up
red tape, yellow tape get choked up
we smoking out three fives [?]
my flow stupid r-t-rded like a short bus
we don’t do drive-bys we just walk up
red tape, yellow tape get choked up
we smoking out three fives [?]
my flow stupid r-t-rded like a short bus

[verse 1: young mello]
red dot, head spot, we don’t play no games
my n-ggas they wild, shoutout to insane
come through, make the merc [?] then clear the scene
ain’t no shooting from far back or mid range
i heard these n-ggas talk crazy all out their lanes
stay gaining, money gang, so don’t get changed
two guns, sawed-off gauge and that [?]
stepping shots, block shots so f-ck an aim
hit a stain on the flat, now im versus racks
spent it all on my wrist show em how to flex
he a [?]ain’t no trath he can get vexed
see him like a b-tch rob him for his wild chain

[hook: lil jay]
we don’t do drive-bys we just walk up
red tape, yellow tape get choked up
we smoking out three fives [?]
my flow stupid r-t-rded like a short bus
we don’t do drive-bys we just walk up
red tape, yellow tape get choked up
we smoking out three fives [?]
my flow stupid r-t-rded like a short bus

[verse 2: lil jay]
we don’t do drive-bys we just hit the cuts
thirty shots up in my glock i’m quick to send it up
all my n-ggas insane we don’t give a f-ck
we got our thirty out you n-ggas got y’all thirties tucked
my n-ggas with the sh-ts yeah we be shooting
r.i.p. jojo bdk the movement
send me out on 223 that’s a hundred rounds
see a opp he lacking watch his body hit the ground
smoking dope ’till i p-ss out
on this beat i spaz out
heard a n-gga f-cked a og
shoutout broski cash out
gone off that lean
everything moving so slow
and did a n-gga go?
if he disrespecting jojo

[hook: lil jay]
we don’t do drive-bys we just walk up
red tape, yellow tape get choked up
we smoking out three fives [?]
my flow stupid r-t-rded like a short bus
we don’t do drive-bys we just walk up
red tape, yellow tape get choked up
we smoking out three fives [?]
my flow stupid r-t-rded like a short bus

[verse 3: p. rico]
its team no lacking boy, keep your head up
my n-ggas holding semis coming through that cut
if i see an opp, flame him like a blunt
and i’m selling dope to these f-cking clubs
i get a thot, then i get a bop
running from the law the gangs i bunny hop
i keep that thirty on me with that red dot
and b-tch be bdk so we sending shots
brick squad d-block, so f-ck the opps
fbg briquad the movement we gon top
yo b-tch giving mouth yeah i’m talking top
if we see an opp his body f-cking drop

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