Walk Down Shit

By ZeeTwo

On Genesis

Released on December 13, 2025

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[Intro]

Walk down shit


[Chorus]

My niggas they hop out, walk down shit

If you ain't gettin' money, can't talk lil' bitch

I'm on they block tryna pop some shit

Gon' take a nigga down for the bust down kit

Tryna get hella racks get a bust down wrist

Get with hit the fifth thinkin' I do fists

And we spinnin' they block, we never gon' stop'

'Cause niggas they know what it is

Yeah, I'ma ride for the cause

That nigga he paused, he froze and got hit in his shit

Yeah, I be whippin' the pot, I'm makin' it lock

Just look at the flick of the wrist

Nah, I ain't trustin' no thot, they givin' the drop

I might have to blow off her wig

Big G-lock, I ain't perkin' the Sig

And they want me dead 'cause thеy know what I did


[Verse]

Bitches they treeshin' and they bе leechin'

No I don't need 'em, fuck it delete it

When it get rough they gon' change like the season

Talkin' 'bout love, I don't know what she meanin'

Head game shit, man, I think that she teethin'

Shoutout my cro's, hell nah, we ain't bleedin'

DOA, white chalk all on the cement

Medics they rushin', nah, he ain't breathin'

Hell nah, he ain't breathin'

His mama ain't knowing the reason

Yeah, when she look in my eyes she got a surprise

She sayin' she seein' a demon

Boy you get sent to the sky you dissin' my guys

Gon' do it and don't got a feelin'

Four in a Sprite, two cups, I'm leanin'

Get big high I be stuck on the ceiling

And I'm tryna, make it

Rollie on my wrist, man, I know these niggas hate it

Can't wait 'til I'm rich, best believe I fuckin' waited

Hell nah, that ain't my bitch, she fuckin' niggas, I can't date it


[Chorus]

My niggas they hop out, walk down shit

If you ain't gettin' money, can't talk lil' bitch

I'm on they block tryna pop some shit

Gon' take a nigga down for the bust down kit

Tryna get hella racks get a bust down wrist

Get with hit the fifth thinkin' I do fists

And we spinnin' they block, we never gon' stop'

'Cause niggas they know what it is

Yeah, I'ma ride for the cause

That nigga he paused, he froze and got hit in his shit

Yeah, I be whippin' the pot, I'm makin' it lock

Just look at the flick of the wrist

Nah, I ain't trustin' no thot, they givin' the drop

I might have to blow off her wig

Big G-lock, I ain't perkin' the Sig

And they want me dead 'cause they know what I did