Keep On Walkin’

[Verse 1: Fo' Clips]:
Now lemme blaze some Chronic for a sec
And now I'm smooth, calm and collective
Sho' won't hesitate, and sho' won't wait on this
I keeps my nine in my hand with 4 Clips
Now, baby, step the fucc up off me
If you ain't I'm makin' ends on hittin' schemes
'Cause um, I can pour this on a late night
Picc yo' ass up in somethin' real tight
Knowin' that you flossin' me, and tryna fucc me
But you ain't knowin' that Tweed's in the baccseat
Ready, for what's a sticc and move
Because I'm on a hit-and-run mission
And ain't no need for no bitch just flossin'
So keep on walkin', punk-ass biatch

[Verse 2: Tweedy Bird Loc & Big Wy]:
I see a hoe on the streets and I'm choosin' 'em
I'm a G fo' sho', so I'm usin' 'em
For what she worth, and what she got
Beat the cocc and then shake thе spot
These bitches wanna stеp to me, with conversation
Just because, rap's my occupation
- I make you clip from the song 'fore we sock you with a lip
- You stop potato so don't be reachin' for no chips
I gotta wait just for trippin' off a hoe
Just puttin' on them rings, but dreamin' of fuccin' me
The Gangsta Tweed without a doubt
The master of gettin' these hoe's account
I'm dissin' these hoes with they noes up
Tryna floss, bitch, you takin' a loss
You best to bust a nut, bitch, before I'm done
Here I come with the famous Hit N Run

[Verse 3: Fo' Clips]:
Now I'm gon' roll on some mo' hoes
Them bitches ain't shit in the '94
I got one bitch, she claims I'm the one and only
Even if that's true then prove yourself, bitch
By givin' me, all yo' mothafuccin' cash
Pounds and pounds of Chronic then I dash
Come up real quicc when I come bacc
Yo' bitch is one of my bitch, see, it ain't no thang
'Cause bitches slang gangs
Like Monopoly, I'm whippin' that ass like Hockey
Bitch, you can't stop me, this game that I got is forever glory
And dissin' hoes is mandatory
So to all my young homies in the '94
Trust no hoes, blaze up that indo, and walk oooon
Yeah, nigga, we sayin' fucc all you punk-ass bitches, nigga
Keep on walkin', hoe, they don't need you and we sure don't love you
Lettin' it be known, Tweedy Bird Loc in this mothafucca, Fo' Clips, sayin' fucc bitches