Man Down!

Lyrics

[Intro] (Seven99) Ayy, ayy, ayy (Is it Givenxhy?) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy (Woah) [Verse] Said he wanna smoke with us, big ask, [?] put his ass to the floor I'm with a ten and I'm gone for the weekend while you whippin' 'round in a Honda Accord Me and the gang went shoppin', I'm finna pick up some Christian Diors (Woah, woah) She think I want a relation, but I only hit that ho up when I'm bored I blow up, but I'm not Lil Tecca On my grind, man, I can never mess up Choppa handle you light like a feather Chill with Nas, soak you niggas in ketchup Leave him red, not talkin' ketchup Lay him down, lil' boy finna 'fess up Want a problem? Then you gotta tell sum' All my snipers, they shoot from the neck up They be likе, "Lil 600, you next in" I be steady applyin' thе pressure They be like, "I know niggas that's better than you" I be like, "Well, let's go 'head and check sum'" If you look at my stat sheet, I got a milli' in a year, yeah, well, I think that's impressive Take a look at my IG, yeah, I know that you might see that I'm really highly respected In my city, there ain't nobody really doin' it like me except maybe one They all look at me like I'm some damn competition, but really, I'm just havin' fun I know that these old heads really mad I'm doin' this shit while I'm young They like, "600, how you so intelligent with it?" Well, I'm goin' dumb, huh (Yo), okay I ain't from Chicago, the way that I'm stayin' with the bulls, but they think that I'm in the Cirque du Soleil Shout out the [?], how they know what my name is, I'm feelin' like YB and Cordae I'm livin' the suite life, I'm all in a yacht with my main hitta Zack and my main nigga Cody I don't listen to Youngboy but you know my slime and my slatt, nigga, I know that you not my brodie I ain't from this planet, I came in a spaceship XD-45, finna give him a facelift He tryna be in my circle, well I don't do new friends, so you better give me a payment He talk down, then we put his ass in the pavement That nigga livelihood startin' to cave in The rims of the foreign, I got my shit painted I deserve a whole lot for the time that I waited (Huh) I waited to get where I am now Three years I been doin' this rappin' shit and I ain't never been given a handout Slump, 600, Tec', and Sosa, I feel like the man now I ain't never been in the army, we hittin' that boy, now they callin' a man down