Walk Em Down (Don’t Kill Civilians) Lyrics – Metro Boomin

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
We represent destruction, n!gga
Death, mayhem, murder and madness, n!gga
You try me, you gone die
You try to score us, you gone die

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Pouring up drank, sipping Wock' by the pint
Rich n!gga, I buy you my friendship with the bank
My boujee b!tch be acting like she loyal, but she ain't
Fell in love with a hood rat and she walk stank
My brother down the road with a 'xtendo on his shank
Felt like I can do whatever, never say I can't
I won't move off my emotions, I'ma always think
Tracker on his car, catch him at the light and bang
I'm a Eastside n!gga with a bankroll
Used to call us country, they don't want no gun smoke
I'm with this sh!t, but counting money more fun though
All the opps say they hard, why they run for?
All these choppers, I can open up a gun store
Really street, I ain't going for the guts though
Give you cash money, I can't give no f**k though
Buck shots in his stomach, now his guts gone

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Walk that n!gga down
Walk that n!gga down, walk that n!gga down
Walk that n!gga down, walk that n!gga down
Walk that n!gga down, walk that n!gga down
Put your man down, bet' not make a sound
Brand new diamond back and it hold a hundred rounds
I ain't hit no kids, 'cause I walk my man down
I won't hit no kids, I'ma walk my man down

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
AK or the SK?
Late night, broad day
.223 change your heart rate
N!gga softer than a parfait
Used to serve in a hallway
N!gga sold me a bag, it was all shake
Called him back, like "I want eight" (Hello?)
Thought I came to shop, but it was all tape
Pu**y, you know what I'm on, pu**y
You only tough on the camera phone, pu**y
I ain't finna rob you, get your gamble on, pu**y
Y'all the type of n!ggas we put hammers on, pu**y
Beef about a b!tch, you a tender-d!ck rookie
I can't even cap, his baby mama sh!t gushy
Amiri jeans stuffed with them blues, all tookie
Used to sell the gas, now I'm selling all cookie

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Walk that n!gga down
Walk that n!gga down, walk that n!gga down
Walk that n!gga down, walk that n!gga down
Walk that n!gga down, walk that n!gga down
Put your man down, bet' not make a sound
Brand new diamond back and it hold a hundred rounds
I ain't hit no kids, 'cause I walk my man down
(I won't hit no kids, I'ma walk my man down)

[Part II: Don't Kill Civilians]

[Verse 1: Mustafa]
This hood sh!t don't matter
But why my n!gga die? Somebody gotta answer
Told him put his gun down
And he didn't make it to another November
Told my bro to leave town
But he don't have the bread to really leave the gutter
And I'm starting to wonder
Gotta find ways to not go under

[Chorus: Mustafa]
Bro wants to kill again
Told him, "Be patient, you don't kill civilians"
The drop'll come back at it for drilling
Now it'll pray for a ho'
But if it comes, n!ggas know what we built for
N!ggas know what we built for

[Verse 2: Mustafa]
Shootouts in the winter, bro cop bigger
Finally came home, but to no real n!ggas
Just pour some liquor
It's all good, but he don't miss her
He ain't the same, he can't be with her, oh
Tell me how to cope right
Too many dead friends, it rains for the whole night
Tell me how to cope right
Locked in the cell and you hearing that your bro died
No state of mind
If a n!gga trips, don't waste no time
Still love, still love
We spin and this n!gga's claiming crowd
Bro wants to kill again
Told him, "Be patient, these boys civilians"
The drop'll come back at, back at, but, really
We'll never miss, we'll never miss

[Chorus: Mustafa]
Bro wants to kill again
Told him, "Be patient, you don't kill civilians"
The drop'll come back at it for drilling
Now it'll pray for a ho'
But if it comes, n!ggas know what we built for
N!ggas know what we built for

[Outro: Mustafa]
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