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Man Down
by Jackboy
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(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Run down, man down, opps get gunned down
Think I love the way how my fuckin' gun sound
Big drip, new whip, fuckin' on your bitch now
Fuck my ex-bitch, tell her that she missed out
If my new bitch don't fuck, she gettin' kicked out
I'm a millionaire, ain't shit to get you switched out
I came up, send my youngins on the licks now
NFL, I'm tryna send a whole blitz out
I'm tryna send a whole blitz out
Young niggas ready, they know when a nigga is not
Caught him lackin', he can finally get his rest now
Can't catch me lackin', I be steppin' with a vest now
Don't do no Yoga, but all my opps be gettin' stretched out
Pulled up in the Hellcat, we gon' bless and smash out
Never sober, catch an opp, he gettin' smoked out
Pulled up with two vultures who be ready to rock out
Pulled up with two vultures, when we ridin', we on demon time
Slap a nigga with the pistol tryna see if he can eat the .9
Might just have to kill him, if you don't he'll have you doin' time
Tryna see my circle better, I rather see you on the headline
10k can get you wacked, told my killer I'ma pay the fine
You can ask my hood about me, I swear these are not just rhymes
Nigga run up on me, ask him what happened the last time
Man down, man down, I'll knock your man down
Man down, man down, leave his face on the ground
Run down, man down, opps get gunned down
Think I love the way how my fuckin' gun sound
Big drip, new whip, fuckin' on your bitch now
Fuck my ex-bitch, tell her that she missed out
If my new bitch don't fuck, she gettin' kicked out (gettin' kicked out)
I'm a millionaire, ain't shit to get you switched out (nah)
I came up, send my youngins on the licks now (ayy)
NFL, I'm tryna send a whole blitz out (hold up)
Hood fab', blicks fire, walk bricks, that's our blood rag
Fuck 12, opps still gotta die by gun violence
The LV on my Louis Vuittons stands for "Love Violence"
This ain't life, bitch, it's real life, don't cross the gun line
This one time at band camp yo' bitch sucked my nuts dry
And I ain't never got no .9 for no reason I'ma bust mine
Give a fuck about no nigga that you be with or you hang around
Say my name, I pull up with gang, take your neighbors off
Right after I headshot yo' bitch ass for playin' boss
Shit that don't got shit to do with you, keep my name out yo' mouth
The FN ain't like that, ten milli' tend to wear me down
My young niggas bring sticks to wherever they see big bro at
Huh, you niggas do not know how to shoot, where your coach at?
Hollow tip through his hairline, fuck it up, it won't grow back
No cap, bro strap will animate yo' Moncler
I get caught with another firearm, I'm goin' straight to prison
In the fields while cook ups with the super vision (on gang)
Still got 'em with me every day, I ain't never listen (on gang)
Say that chop the only reason that I'm here livin'
Yeah, shootin' first main reason why a nigga breathin'
Retaliation, rebellion, we gotta get even
Get some top in the drop then hop in the demon
Do or don't, all on my opp block and leave one bleedin'
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Run down, man down, opps get gunned down
Think I love the way how my fuckin' gun sound
Big drip, new whip, fuckin' on your bitch now
Fuck my ex-bitch, tell her that she missed out
If my new bitch don't fuck, she gettin' kicked out
I'm a millionaire, ain't shit to get you switched out
I came up, send my youngins on the licks now
NFL, I'm tryna send a whole blitz out
I'm tryna send a whole blitz out
Young niggas ready, they know when a nigga is not
Caught him lackin', he can finally get his rest now
Can't catch me lackin', I be steppin' with a vest now
Don't do no Yoga, but all my opps be gettin' stretched out
Pulled up in the Hellcat, we gon' bless and smash out
Never sober, catch an opp, he gettin' smoked out
Pulled up with two vultures who be ready to rock out
Pulled up with two vultures, when we ridin', we on demon time
Slap a nigga with the pistol tryna see if he can eat the .9
Might just have to kill him, if you don't he'll have you doin' time
Tryna see my circle better, I rather see you on the headline
10k can get you wacked, told my killer I'ma pay the fine
You can ask my hood about me, I swear these are not just rhymes
Nigga run up on me, ask him what happened the last time
Man down, man down, I'll knock your man down
Man down, man down, leave his face on the ground
Run down, man down, opps get gunned down
Think I love the way how my fuckin' gun sound
Big drip, new whip, fuckin' on your bitch now
Fuck my ex-bitch, tell her that she missed out
If my new bitch don't fuck, she gettin' kicked out (gettin' kicked out)
I'm a millionaire, ain't shit to get you switched out (nah)
I came up, send my youngins on the licks now (ayy)
NFL, I'm tryna send a whole blitz out (hold up)
Hood fab', blicks fire, walk bricks, that's our blood rag
Fuck 12, opps still gotta die by gun violence
The LV on my Louis Vuittons stands for "Love Violence"
This ain't life, bitch, it's real life, don't cross the gun line
This one time at band camp yo' bitch sucked my nuts dry
And I ain't never got no .9 for no reason I'ma bust mine
Give a fuck about no nigga that you be with or you hang around
Say my name, I pull up with gang, take your neighbors off
Right after I headshot yo' bitch ass for playin' boss
Shit that don't got shit to do with you, keep my name out yo' mouth
The FN ain't like that, ten milli' tend to wear me down
My young niggas bring sticks to wherever they see big bro at
Huh, you niggas do not know how to shoot, where your coach at?
Hollow tip through his hairline, fuck it up, it won't grow back
No cap, bro strap will animate yo' Moncler
I get caught with another firearm, I'm goin' straight to prison
In the fields while cook ups with the super vision (on gang)
Still got 'em with me every day, I ain't never listen (on gang)
Say that chop the only reason that I'm here livin'
Yeah, shootin' first main reason why a nigga breathin'
Retaliation, rebellion, we gotta get even
Get some top in the drop then hop in the demon
Do or don't, all on my opp block and leave one bleedin'
