Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
NLE Choppa
Vocals
CashMoneyAp
Programming
Loshendrix
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Carlos Daniel Munoz
Songwriter
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Loshendrix
Producer
Andrew Grossman
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Ooh, ooh, no, no
NLE the Top Shotta
[Chorus]
Uh, posted in front of the trap
Selling dope till the sun come down
Take a fuck **** right off the map
When I hit him with this whole hundred rounds
Yung Joc in the club with my Glock
You want to play and then this bitch going down
We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin'
I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
[Verse 1]
Walk down on 'em in Balenciaga runners
My blood slime a **** out just like an anaconda
You go against me, then you fucked just like a used condom
I roll 'em up and then I smoke 'em like some good ganja, ay
Still doing drive-bys, but I wanna walk 'em
If I can't find 'em, you know I'm gonna stalk 'em
Caution tape up on the scene, I had to white chalk 'em
Running from my gun, but my bullets had to hawk 'em
[Chorus]
Uh, posted in front of the trap
Selling dope till the sun come down
Take a fuck **** right off the map
When I hit him with this whole hundred rounds
Yung Joc in the club with my Glock
You want to play and then this bitch going down
We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin'
I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
[Verse 2]
****, I was posted on the corner where the J's at
Roll up in the four by four, pull up at the corner store
And I got red in my drink when I pour up soda
I remember prayin' that the feds never take the Motorola
Choppa got the chopper, make 'em do a backflip
Pay my dawg a dime to walk him down, he need the racks, bitch
I been drinkin', I been takin' all this codeine to the face
Got a lot of M's in the safe
Caught a murder, then I beat the case
I was just about to do the race
[Chorus]
Uh, posted, in front of the trap
Selling dope till the sun come down
Take a fuck **** right off the map
When I hit him with this whole hundred rounds
Yung Joc in the club with my Glock
You want to play and then this bitch going down
We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin'
I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Written by: Bryson Lashun Potts, Carlos Daniel Munoz, Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr, Alex Christian Jean Petit