Man Down

Lyrics

[Intro] (Helluva made this beat, baby) [Chorus: Jackboy] Man 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 get 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 [Verse 1: Jackboy] I'm tryna send a whole blitz out Young niggas ready, they love when a nigga get X'd out 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 doing time See my circle bad, I'd rather see you on a headline 10K get you whacked, 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 [Chorus: Jackboy & Sada Baby] Man 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 get kicked out (Get 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) [Verse 2: Sada Baby] Hood fire, blicks fire, Wock' bricks, that's how blood ridin' Fuck 12, opps still gotta die by gun violence The LV on my Louis Vuittons stands for "love violence" This ain't light, bitch, it's real life, don't cross the gun line This one time at band camp, your bitch sucked my nuts dry 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 out Right after I headshot your bitch ass for playin' 'bout Shit that don't got shit to do with you, keep my name out your mouth The FN like the ten milli', tend to weigh me down My young niggas bring sticks 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'll animate ya, mo-cap I get caught with another firearm, goin' straight to prison Huh, in the feds off cook-ups with the supervision Still got 'em with me every day, I ain't never listen 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 I get some top in the drop, then hop in the Demon Do a donut on my opp block and leave one bleeding