Walk Away

Lyrics

[Intro] Back the fuck up! [Verse 1: ILL BILL] Guzzle vodka like Russian Mafia Start bar fights, the vibe our type Drinkin' Irish car bombs 'til my mind's not right Or better yet perfect, destroy hotel rooms and burn shit We go to war for our right to party, perverted pussy poppin' Drop it like it's hot, grimy in the spot Bitch bend over to pop the Henny bottle in her twat X rated when we get faded, we get high homie, elevated My favorite way to celebrate it, mix liquors like a scientist I hold a drink in еach hand, call me Iron Fist Throw chairs when the DJ play Antе Up We don't care, sipping rum out of the Stanley Cup Never stop from sundown to sunrise, the fun never dies We creatures of the night, sleep the day away, we never see the light We live the vampire life, finger on the pulse of pulmonaries Breakfast at 6PM, raw kush and Bloody Marys [Chorus: Ironic] Hey yo! Get your boots laced right, tight Tonight we getting into huge fights Hey yo! Ain't coming home from the club 'Til some punk's covered in his own blood A few screws loose with a huge set of nuts Ain't nobody fucking with us (No!) Ain't nobody fucking with us (Hell no!) Ain't nobody fucking with us [Verse 2: Sabac Red] Got toxic behaviors and a passion for filth Pop a package of pills, numb the action and guilt Ill addiction, molly tripping, you are politicking In the strip club, lap dance, she let you slip your dick in Now you sick and your balls burn, got caught up on your turn You should have walked away but you stayed, when will y'all learn? Don't play Bac, say nothing to Bill Run the risk of getting dissed, flipped, or punched in the grill Not a tough guy, a puffed eye Bus drive and flush five Plus I crush lines, fuck lies, non-fiction My vision, truth and the pain How you a baller and a player but keep losing the game? Like a 360 deal, your ex done took you for your cash flow The cop who locked you up done straight treated you like an asshole Misery and conflict, aggression and will Your belligerent behavior got you messed with and killed [Chorus: Ironic] Hey yo! Get your boots laced up tight Tonight we getting into huge fights Hey yo! Ain't coming home from the club 'Til some goon's covered in his own blood A few screws loose with a huge set of nuts Ain't nobody fucking with us (No!) Ain't nobody fucking with us (Hell no!) Ain't nobody fucking with us (Hell no!) [Verse 3: Celph Titled] Gunslinger with two on the hip, one on the ankle Yeah I got contracts but none from a label I had hoop dreams but they were visions of me slam dunking your brain in a dumpster container Howie Mandel, call The Banker, tell 'em it ain't no deal Feed you ammo buffets, give you a wholesome meal TGIF, Thank God It's Friday But when my watch has no face it's like Ruby Tuesdays Fuck a bitch, fuck a hoe, fuck the womb that you came from I'm the dude with the same gun that John Wilkes Booth had Abe done You should have walked away son, that liquor found on your breath Left you with them birds chirping all around in your head So get wasted party animals and drink this Jack Daniels so your whole body's flammable Ignite this match and you'll die hard Throw you headfirst into a trashcan at your favorite dyke bar [Chorus: Ironic] Hey yo! Get your boots laced right, tight Tonight we getting into huge fights Hey yo! Ain't coming home from the club 'Til some punk's covered in his own blood A few screws loose with a huge set of nuts Ain't nobody fucking with us (No!) Ain't nobody fucking with us (Hell no!) Ain't nobody fucking with us (Hell no!)