Freddie Gibbs - Walk It Off Lyrics

You can only die once (you feel me?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See you niggas don't know the Dvil's work
You know what I'm sayin'?
Don't never let a nigga rest
Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah
They want us, you know
And they want us to be against each other, you know what I'm sayin'?
Motherf*ckers want me to f*ck you up, want me to kill you (yeah, yeah)
And you want me to do it too
So I'm goin' to f*ckin' do it, nigga, let's do it, yeah (uh)

A nigga get his marbles regardless (yeah)
Got a job in the mob 'cause I'm heartless (yeah)
Sellin' dog in the heart out apartments
I'm finna go legit, I'm flippin' stocks on the market
The taste for the right blow
Taxin' niggas out the game when the price low
I keep my hands to myself, I don't fight hoes (nah)
A bitch'll f*ck around and take a nigga life goals

When she was talkin' out of turn
Told that goofy ho' to knock it off (knock it off)
Hit the street, then break a nigga pocket off (pocket off)
All that pussy poppin', you ain't poppin' off
Hit it from the back, give me top, just to top it off
Gunnin' for my spot, told that goofy nigga, "Knock it off" (knock it off)
F*ck around and maybe let me send it off (send it off)
Seen him on that podcast, poppin' off
Shot him in his, told that pussy nigga, "Walk it off", yeah, yeah (yeah)

Couple dollars off of every key, the blow fee
The plug never call back, the dope free
Tell the feds I ain't doin' shit, I'm blow free
Out in Dallas, screamin' "Rest in peace to MO3"
Couple dollars off of every key, the blow fee
The plug never call back, the dope free
Tell the feds I ain't doin' shit, I'm blow free (yeah, yeah)
Freddie Caine, Mr. Rabbit, I got it, they know me (yeah, yeah)

She was talkin' out of turn
Told that goofy ho' to knock it off (yeah, yeah)
Hit the street, then break a nigga pocket off (pocket off)
All that pussy poppin', you ain't poppin' off
Hit it from the back, give me top, just to top it off (yeah, yeah)
Gunnin' for my spot, told that goofy nigga "Knock it off" (knock it off)
Took they guns and they chains and they watch it off (bitch nigga)
Seen him on that podcast, poppin' off
Shot him in his, told this pussy nigga "Walk it off", yeah, yeah

Walk it off, nigga, yeah, yeah (walk it off)
Nigga, yeah, yeah
How you feel? (Yeah)
I never let a nigga rest
Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah
Ha, nigga, yeah, yeah
Big Rabbit
Nigga, yeah, yeah
King of R&B, nigga (how you feel, nigga?)
I'm in the Hummer for the summer
With the vest and a big strap, yeah

Couple dollars off of every key, the blow fee
The plug never call back, the dope free
Tell the feds I ain't doin' shit, I'm blow free
Freddie Caine, Mr. Rabbit, I got it, they know me
From the G, I took the rack, I was thinkin' they dope fiends
Tell the feds I ain't trappin', I'm rappin', I'm blow free
F*ck that yak, I used to sip the act', the codeine
I'm in Dallas, yellin', "Rest in peace to MO3", nigga, yeah, yeah

Rest in peace, my nigga (yeah)
Yeah, uh, you feel me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's a whole thing, baby, you dig?
I never let a nigga rest
Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah
It's all there (yeah), you know what I mean? (Yeah, yeah)
Count it up
I'm in the Hummer for the summer
With the vest and a big strap, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Freddie
I'm tellin' you, nigga, you need to come on in (I never let a nigga rest)
(Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah)
Come on in (yeah, yeah)
I'ma take you to the land of milk and honey, nigga
I'm in the Hummer for the summer
With the vest and a big strap, yeah