Big Scarr – Walk It Out

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  • Song Name: Walk It Out
  • Artist Name: Big Scarr
  • Song Category: Latest Music
  • File format: Mp3/128kbps

Talented and sensational artist “Big Scarr” came through with this outstanding single track titled “Walk It Out” which is obtainable for free and Fast Mp3 download here at Nobadsong.

This classic entry was taken off Big Scarr‘s newly released studio album titled “Frozone“.

Nevertheless, this track is an auditory masterpiece that transcends genres and defies conventional musical expectations. With its harmonious blend of captivating melodies, intricate rhythms, and thought-provoking lyrics, this track is set to leave an indelible mark on the music scene.

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Big Scarr – Walk It Out Lyrics

[Intro]
Woah (Ayo, Shod Beatz)
Woah
Up with that fire, make 'em walk it out (Drvmlord)
Thirty on me, so it's nothin' we can talk about

[Chorus]
Uh, woah, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out
Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about
Make me pull up to your whereabouts
Uh, woah, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out
I hid that sack at my mama house
'Member them days I was broke, had to sleep on my mama couch
Uh (Uh), woah, my shooters gon' step, that's for no amount
I tell them steppers to spin, guaranteed that it's goin' down
Talkin' down make me pull up to your whereabouts
Uh (Uh), woah (Woah), up with that fire, make 'em walk it out
Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about
Make me pull up to your whereabouts
[Verse 1]
(Uh), yeah, walk a nigga down, I ain't doin' no talkin' (Walk a nigga down)
Big Draco, put a nigga in a coffin (Big Drac')
Splashin' (Splash), water on me wet like a dolphin
Nasty, lil' bitch eat it off the body (Eat)
Beat the pussy up off the Roxy like I'm Rocky (Beat it)
Brought a middleman since he lyin' 'bout exotic (Woah)
Stolen Hellcat, nigga, fuck a Bugatti (Vroom)
Double R the gang, real rich like Roddy (Yeah, yeah)
Big bankroll got a nigga cocky (Ooh)
Trap house full of 'bows of exotic ('Bows of exotic)
New coupe, got a nigga floor matchin' carpet (Floor matchin' carpet)
Young rich nigga, yeah, I'm a big shit popper
Reachin' for this chain, damn right I'ma pop you (Grrt, grrt)
7.62 bullets hot like lava (Hot like lava)
Double R the gang, yeah, I'm the godfather, bitch (I'm the godfather, bitch)

[Chorus]
Uh, woah, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out
Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about
Make me pull up to your whereabouts
Uh, woah, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out
I hid that sack at my mama house
'Member them days I was broke, had to sleep on my mama couch
Uh (Uh), woah, my shooters gon' step, that's for no amount
I tell them steppers to spin, guaranteed that it's goin' down
Talkin' down make me pull up to your whereabouts
Uh (Uh), woah (Woah), up with that fire, make 'em walk it out
Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about
Make me pull up to your whereabouts
[Verse 2]
Uh, Frozone, real trap nigga, I ain't doin' no fraud
Racks in my pocket like a nigga on hard
Fuck a bank account, I ain't swipin' no card
Money on your head, better get up out of Dodge
Stolen Hellcat, switch the VIN up in the yard
Nigga actin' gangster, they pulled your whole card
Walk a nigga down, leave his brains in the yard
Rap-cappin'-ass nigga, I ain't doin' no flodgin'
Pack too strong, smell like bodies in the closet
Chop make your whole crew dance, Jabbawockeez
Still get high off the tens in the Wocky
Five K fit, still won't rerock it
Wanna join the gang, boy, you gotta catch a body
On God, rap-cappin'-ass nigga, bitch ass

[Chorus]
Uh, woah, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out
Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about
Make me pull up to your whereabouts
Uh, woah, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out
I hid that sack at my mama house
'Member them days I was broke, had to sleep on my mama couch
Uh (Uh), woah, my shooters gon' step, that's for no amount
I tell them steppers to spin, guaranteed that it's goin' down
Talkin' down make me pull up to your whereabouts
Uh (Uh), woah (Woah), up with that fire, make 'em walk it out
Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about
Make me pull up to your whereabouts

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