Walk Down Lyrics – Young Thug

Read the full Walk Down lyrics by Young Thug along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Young Thug’s music, you can also explore Pipe Down and Revenge, two other songs by Young Thug.

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, Spyder
(We got London on da Track) Uh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bad-ass b!tch, you come and sit on d!ck
You talking all that s*it, you cross the street, get hit (Facts)
Go bad on a b!tch (Bad), I’m done sipping Tris’ (Huh)
I’m done getting rich (Done), got too much money, s*it (S*it)
The ‘Rari came with kit, my b!tch know I’m slick
I’m done with all that playing, your n!gga getting blitzed (Blitzed)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’m walking down, woah, walk down, woah
Walk down, woah, walk down, woah
Walk down on ’em, dog, woah, walk down, woah
Walk down on them, baby, walk down, woah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Real n!gga, it’s time to travel (Let’s go)
Whole court in the street, hit the gavel (Hit the gavel)
I know hitters in New York and they rappers
I know hitters out in London, can’t travel (Woo), yeah
Put the gun down, n!gga, drop you like Creed (Ayy)
Where I’m from, they say you pu*sy if you go ski, yeah
The rose gold Patek on your head, yeah, Phillippe, yeah
I’m one time paying, that’s a rich n!gga fe
et a rush (Get a rush), just for stepping (Just for stepping)
I hope I pass the test, been sipping codeine, yeah
These is baguettes on a b!tch, then she know me (She know me)
This Russian b!tch wan’ have kids, make me Soviet (Huh)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’m walking down, woah, walk down, woah
Walk down, woah, walk down, woah
Walk down on ’em, dog, woah, walk down, woah
Walk down on them, baby, walk down, woah

[Interlude: Project Pat & 211]
Pistol packing, never slacking, b!tch smacking killa
Bang, motherfu*ker, boom, motherfu*ker
Step off my nuts, the twelve gauge pump your side, buster

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Tryna fit the stick inside my coat, but I can’t, yeah
Nine figure n!gga, I’m the bank, yeah
You got one strike and you get spanked (Pu*sy)
I ain’t A$AP Rocky, these ain’t blanks (21)
These Kel-Tec’ll turn your ass dank, yeah
The ‘Rari came geeked, yeah
I’m on vacation, riding on a scooter, but I’m street, yeah
All my opps target practice, pin ’em to a tree, yeah
Supercharge the motor, 12 know that I’ma flee, yeah
If I send a blitz, they gon’ know that it was me, yeah
We can’t use a gun, we put fetty in his weed, yeah
All these hoes going, man, I’m knowing how it be, yeah
You can’t hate a player when he call it Hi-C, yeah
She was doing d!ck when you got down on that knee, yeah
Mob business, n!ggas get smacked, yeah, capiche (21)
Walk down on ’em like a dog without a leash (21)
You respect the belt, then it’s peace (Pu*sy)
Savage keep a stick, I’m from the East, n!gga

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’m walking down, woah, walk down, woah
Walk down, woah, walk down, woah
Walk down on ’em, dog, woah, walk down, woah
Walk down on them, baby, walk down, woah

[Outro: Project Pat & 211]
Pistol packing, never slacking, b!tch smacking killa
Bang, motherfu*ker, boom, motherfu*ker
Step off my nuts, the twelve gauge pump your side, buster