- Votes:
- Composers:
- James Anderson
- Lavell W Crump
 
Yung Wun - Walk It, Talk It lyrics
Oh yeah
 All in formation
 We gon' walk wit it
 (Hey)
 We gon' talk wit it
 (Ooh)
 Got me screamin' out
 Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
 Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
 We gon' walk wit it
 (Hey)
 We gon' talk wit it
 (Ooh)
 Got me screamin' out
 Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
 Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
 This face expression of a baller
 Shot calla, gettin' down for miles of travelin' through these walls
 Leavin' the green ova bitches, shady tells a 50 licks
 It's sad I had to leave 'em in critical conditions
 Up in that hoodlum wall club pourin' liquor on niggaz
 It's green fellish for life there, they go hit the lights
 Back do it in park, as I bounced up out that cash po'
 Call up Joe, where he at? He at tha airport
 Duckin' an' runnin' from these po pos they outta control
 30 cops chasin' a nigga from the ghetto
 Got away clean, [unverified]
 Tired as hell, I put that suit case down
 We gon' walk wit it
 (Hey)
 We gon' talk wit it
 (Ooh)
 Got me screamin' out
 Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
 Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
 6 o clock in tha mourin' stretchin' and yawnin' as the sun rise
 Poorin' out liquor fo all my soldiers that died
 In these ghetto days, bussin' bottles and shoot the bitches
 It's them ghetto ways, them ghetto ways
 (Hey)
 My 1st mission of the day, wit a swisha fired up
 They say ya back in the trap again shorty so what
 Where the weed at? Believe that, I need that, so [unverified] niggaz
 On the south side get slack
 Is it my last day, I don't knoe, but if I goYung Wun - Walk It, Talk It - http://motolyrics.com/yung-wun/walk-it-talk-it-lyrics.html
 Put a blunt in my casket shorty let mah soul smoke
 So on 3, PPG fast street for cannonville
 On the souf side where hard heads ride we keep it real
 We gon' walk wit it
 (Hey)
 We gon' talk wit it
 (Ooh)
 Got me screamin' out
 Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
 Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
 I'm tryin' to cop the new bently thang
 I already got the fansies off the lot wit tha Cuban Frames
 4 4's on top I move them thangs
 ya car slippin' in tha hood ya mite loose ya brain
 [Unverified]
 Like a black bird, that's rite, high up on the curve
 David Atten on mah face like CFA, GIA but call 'em Dedra Allison
 Bay banks and billoms high flys and hideaways
 In Dresden stay and play
 I got tha Nelly claw on the seize and do'
 Ya neva saw a Yung
 Nigga do this shit befo'
 We gon' walk wit it
 (Hey)
 We gon' talk wit it
 (Ooh)
 Got me screamin' out
 Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
 Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
 Let 'em kno, every hood roun
 The world this how we doin' this here
 Yung Wun, knoe what I'm sayin'
 Bringin' it to ya on the real
 Uncut strait street, all hood
 America, we have a problem
 4 real it's goin' down
 Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
 Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
 Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
 Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
 East Side what, West Side what
 Down South motha fuka, where tha mouf motha fucka
 East side, West Side, North Side, South Side
 Mississippi in dis thang rite
 ATL man, St. Louis man, magnolia, bounce bak, get that what










