NBA YoungBoy – Walking Dead Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics Walking Dead – NBA YoungBoy / YoungBoy Never Broke Again

It done kicked in, I’m on now
And I’m out of my top
Hit that block, the window rolled down
And we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get ’em buried
I’ma get ’em knocked off

Okay, ace of spades, poker face
Wild card, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I’m insane
Blow out the brain, I spark the lead
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, Shoot up where he stay
Most time I be full of meds
Kill switch, leave a n**ga dead

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Ten say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slimes, that’s head for head
Creeper when I’m walkin’ in
Slang that iron for to slain ones head
N**ga, you gon’ watch your mouth
I’ma put you up, that’s how we gon’ play it
And a .. back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin’ red

Leanin’ out that kickstand
I say drive that rose and kids
Glorify my hitman
He know I love to clean up mess
4L tatted, ’round my neck
Let’s get active, then press next
B**ch, that caption get you stretched
Cut back massive, hit him, wreck

On sight clap ’em, and don’t miss
Clean the city, famous ..
AP fashion, mean his wrist
Murder one, I seen that s**t
Just like they got the top down
You would think I’m Ken, got hella bricks
He a demon baby but he Heaven-sent
They don’t weigh the same that’s a heavy stick
Roller coaster when the MAC-11 spit

F**k you mean you ain’t eatin’, n**ga
Take him out, this ain’t no belly s**t
Interruptin’ my meal, n**ga
Separate his ass on some section s**t
Gang ties in them people eyes
So my mans in all type of s**t
But I’m numbed up through all of it

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It done kicked in, I’m on now
And I’m out of my top
Hit that block, the window rolled down
And we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get ’em buried
I’ma get ’em knocked off

Okay, ace of spades, poker face
Wild card, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I’m insane
Blow out the brain, I spark the lead
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, Shoot up where he stay
Most time I be full of meds
Kill switch, leave a n**ga dead

Ten say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slimes, that’s head for head
Creeper when I’m walkin’ in
Slang that iron for to slain ones head
N**ga, you gon’ watch your mouth
I’ma put you up, that’s how we gon’ play it
And a .. back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin’ red

I run that money up
I could fill a Brinks truck
On Dump, they gone die in here
If they try to breach us
B**ch, why you try to run
You know your cleats stuck
Blow the strap and leave you laid out
With your feet up

N**ga try to walk like Top
Like, they wanna be us
B**ch, we the reason your brother murder
Got your tension up
I say, God be with them n**gas
Talk bout, zippin’ us
I’m that n**ga, made them juvis from the Parish
What you sayin’

It done kicked in, I’m on now
And I’m out of my top
Hit that block, the window rolled down
And we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get ’em buried
I’ma get ’em knocked off

Okay, ace of spades, poker face
Wild card, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I’m insane
Blow out the brain, I spark the lead
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, Shoot up where he stay
Most time I be full of meds
Kill switch, leave a n**ga dead

Ten say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slimes, that’s head for head
Creeper when I’m walkin’ in
Slang that iron for to slain ones head
N**ga, you gon’ watch your mouth
I’ma put you up, that’s how we gon’ play it
And a .. back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin’ red

Woah, woah, woah, woah…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again / NBA YoungBoy
Album: Until I Return
Produced by BJ Beatz
NBA YoungBoy | 2020

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