Man Down

(​d.a. got that dope)

NLE the Top Shotta

Brr, brr

Aye, aye

I wanna relax and chill, but I'm like, "Where do I go?"

The shit I imagined done unfolded, my dreams came true

Who would've knew? Youngest **** in the clique with the juice

A couple troops, they come in twos, .223s at your crew

We give a fuck 'bout what he said, I just care 'bout where he at

Put the Glock right to his neck, we gon' take a **** breath

Don't you stare wrong at my bro, off the 30s, I call it heroin

Keep your head on, they say I'm dead wrong, I live like teflon

Scared of who? Scared of you? You bleed just like I do

Couple sticks up in this coupe, it ain't no cockin', we shoot it

Meditated like a Buddhist, I done knocked some Medusas

I ain't gotta walk in the gym, but they know I'm the shooter

Fell in love, fell outta love, but fuck it, I'm paid (Come on)

Would she suck me the same if I had minimum wage? (Come on)

Do you look at me as opportunity or a phase? (A phase)

How the fuck you say you love me, but I'm stuck in my ways?

She suckin' dick, she fuckin' dick just for the clout and the fame

My brother knocked a **** head off, he asked for a chain

It's part of the game, revenge always heal the pain

Speak on my name, the last **** did, he can't type the same

Patrollin' and rollin', I sent the pack off Motorola

I'm dopin', I'm dozin', I'm sleepin' on Versace sofas

He bogus, don't know him, we poppin' at him like a soda

Play with your life like it's poker, we give him joker, then we dose him

I raise my vibration, I'm elevated, I got patience

I changed my cadence, I paid it, they say I sound like I'm Jamaican

I know they hate it, they see I made it, I put it in they faces

Segregated from all the hatred, I'm protecting the space

Take a ride with me, won't worry no more (Won't worry no more)

'Cause we gon' make it to the top (We gon' make it to the top)

Pull a straight-eight off the lot (Straight-eight off the lot)

We gon' execute the plot (Execute the plot)

Get the juice and all the guap

Shots fired, man down, woah-woah, woah

Aye, a hundred rounds, a hundred clowns, we gun 'em down, woah

Thug to the bone when I'm clutchin' my chrome, you already know what I'm on

I go do a song, I get in my zone, now she wanna suck on my bone

I'm high as the fuck, I feel like a cone, I just hope I make it home

I thought I missed the shot, I hit him right on the dot, I made him stop, aye

How many shots, et cetera, cetera, 'til my gun had to stop? aye

This is no Beretta-'retteta, this is a glizzy Glock, aye

Scared of who?Scared, scared of what? Bitch, you ain't scarin' nothin'

One pop, he pop, we pop, we crash

Get back to the car, you know we gon' flash

You heard what I said, better go do the dash

Better not crash, don't drive too fast

Swerve in the Scat', then I'm on your ass

Drive on a ten-speed, put on your mask

Hop out the car, I'ma dump the whole mag, we gon' blast

Take a ride with me, won't worry no more

'Cause we gon' make it to the top

Pull a straight-eight off the lot

We gon' execute the plot

Get the juice and all the guap

Shots fired, man down, woah-woah, woah

Aye, a hundred rounds, a hundred clowns, we gun 'em down, woah