Down Bad

Uh, damn, like, uh, uh It get hard in the paint On his shirt leave a stain Tell the team I'm a box out man If we chill in the spot, and brody see a opp I told bro, let some shots off then Niggas looking this way and I'm raising this pain Aint nobody gon' stop my hand Know he walk with a ruger, he losing the minute he snooze Cause the Glock don't jam Wanna catch me down, down, bad Down, down, bad Fuck the opps, know they down, down, bad Still down, down, bad Count how many licks they had They down, down, bad They don't know how many guns we have I'm the pow, pow man Uh Like, fuck it, let's take a lil trip to the four They don't come outside then we kicking his door Catch him in his sleep put the gun to his throat Turn on the flame, put his face on the stove Glock with a switch, put the nose to the dome I seen his homies coming out the store Hang out the window, they ain't make it home, no Don't play, I'm not with the foolery Cause the ooters that oot, they ain't ooting me Keep it stick, they get no opportunity Shooting shit this was way before puberty 5% riding through they community VVS's, I jump out, they know it's me Look away, they act like they don't notice me It get lit after dark, I can't go to sleep Wanna catch me down, down, bad Down, down, bad Fuck the opps, know they down, down, bad Still down, down, bad Count how many licks they had They down, down, bad They don't know how many guns we have I'm the pow, pow man Wanna catch me down, down, bad Down, down, bad Fuck the opps, know they down, down, bad Still down, down, bad Count how many licks they had They down, down, bad They don't know how many guns we have I'm the pow, pow man