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Man Down (feat. c4sinooo)
Hip-Hop/Rap
Man Down (feat. c4sinooo) was released on August 20, 2024 by 2490451 Records DK2 as a part of the album WHAT WILL IT TAKE ?
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Release DateAugust 20, 2024
Label2490451 Records DK2
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
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Music Video

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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kaylen Barlow
Kaylen Barlow
Songwriter

Lyrics

ARP do the job, he drop quick I got the mop and the stick in my pocket
Run up the racks, I don't do talking I'm on the block, his house, I'm watching
I ain't loving no ho, get the drop from a opp, bitch
Leave her on read, she say I be toxic AR-15, don't come with a stock clip
I'm finna blow him up like a rocket hit that boy up, get hit with a chop then
****, don't jump in front of that hot shit I don't got a blade, the Glock in my pocket
Sit down, ****, I know you ain't bout it All on IG, tryna clout chase, well, bitch
I'm keeping it silent, bitch
Aye, I got a chopper, I got a fully run down, ****, I don't need a hoodie
I got me a Glock and it's finna bully and where your chain, ****, got tooken
Pull up on me, let's get it cooking real ****, but I know you a rookie
He got hit in the back, ****, like ricky I got 20s and I got pink 50s
I'm stacking it up, I gotta get mine a **** gonna blow in due time
I hop out the whip, not waiting in lines catch me a opp lacking through the blind
Push up with a drak, ****, on my side and bullets connect like wifi
You don't want the smoke, ****, be quiet we gonna shut him up, ****, right now
Young **** ready to shoot up the ride get up on these ****, show him i'm bout it
Ready to take something, you know I got it he up a chopper, I bet he gonna drop it
**** so broke, they ain't got him no profit walking up creeping, you know that I'm stalking
I'm the type to catch him, outside walking get his face left it ain't make it to the coffin
Leave him dead, fuck around, throw him to the dolphins
Fuck the coppers, ****, I ain't never talking if I ain't fucking with her, imma leave her walking
Tryna go run some shit down, steady hawking I don't even fuck with her till that bitch leave me alone
**** rats, tell him, get off the phone get a pack, flip it, I move, it's gone
He tryna get away, now imma catch him show these ****, we ain't playing, we pressing
Taking more than what I wanted, I want extra **** try to play round, ****, get his head took
Look at the ground, you know we gonna leave it messy
Four shots come out the fire, take out his melon
Never rocking with these ****, they don't get it
Jumping out, i'm on your street, tryna hit a fitted
Move around from these ****, they real bitches
Move around from these ****, they will snitch
Racks on me, imma count it to the ceiling jumping out the police, wondering who did it
Tryna get money, you know imma spend it
Tryna get money, you know imma spend it
Written by: Kaylen Barlow
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