Paroles Man down Jackboy

Man down

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
Y'all niggas ready, they know when a nigga isn't
Caught him lacking, he can finally get his rest now
Can't catch me lacking, I be steppin' with a vest now
Don't do no Yoga, but all my opps be getting 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 doing time
Tryna see my circle better, rather see you on the headline
10k can get you wacked, told my killer I'mma 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 (Kicked out)
I'm a millionaire, ain't shit to get you switched out (Yuh)
I came up, send my youngins on the licks now (Ayy)
NFL, I'm tryna send a whole blitz out (Hold up)

Hood fam', blicks bare, 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 he ain't like that, 10 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 atà
Hollow tip through his hairline, fuck it up, it won't grow back
No cap, bro strap will animate yo' MoCap
I get caught with another firearm, I'm going straight to prison
Mmh, in the fields all cook ups with the super vision
Still got 'em with me every day, I ain't never listen
Say that chop the only reason that I'm here living
Yeah, shootin' first main reason why a nigga breathing
Retaliation, rebellion, we gotta get even
Get some top in the drop then hop in the demon
Do or don't, all over my opp block and leave you on bleeding