Letra de Walk It Off - Freddie Gibbs

You can only die once

You feel that? Hahaha (Yeah, yeah)

See, you niggas doin' the devil's work, you know what I'm sayin'? (Never let a nigga rest, leave him stressed, 'bout to gangbang, yeah)

They want us, you know? They want us to be aga-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 gonna motherfuckin' 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 off of every ki', the blow fee

The plug never call back, the dope free

Tell the feds I ain't doin' shit, I'm blow-free

Out in Dallas, screamin', "Rest in peace to MO3"

Couple dollars off of every ki', the blow fee

The plug never call back, the dope free

Tell the feds I ain't doin' shit, I'm blow-free

Freddie Kane, 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 watches off (Bitch nigga)

Seen him on the podcast, poppin' off

Shot him in his (Head), told that 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 gangbang, yeah (Ha)

Yeah (Yeah, big Rabbit), nigga, yeah, yeah (King of R&B, nigga, how you feel, nigga?)

Yeah, I'm in the Hummer for the summer with the vest, got a big strap, yeah

Couple dollars off of every ki', the blow fee

The plug never call back, the dope free

Tell the feds I ain't doin' shit, I'm blow-free

Freddie Kane, Mr. Rabbit, I got it, they know me

From the GI to the 'Raq, I was takin' the dope fiends

Tell the feds I ain't trappin', I'm rappin', I'm 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, 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 gangbang, yeah)

It's all there (Yeah), you know what I mean? (Yeah, yeah)

Count it up

I'm in the Hummer for the summer with the vest and 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 gangbang, 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 vest and a big strap, yeah

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