Jackboy Man Down (feat. Sada Baby)
[Intro]
Helluva made this beat, baby
[Chorus: Jackboy]
Rag down, man down, opps get gunned down
Think I love the way how my f..ckin' gun sound
Big drip, little whip, f..ckin' on your bitch now
F..ck my ex bitch, tell her that she messed up
If my new bitch don't f..ck, she gettin' kicked out
I'm a millionaire and shit that get you switched out
I came once, send my youngins on a mission
NFL, I'm tryna set the whole Blitz up
[Verse 1: Jackboy]
I'm tryna set the whole Blitz up
Ya'll niggas ready, they know when a nigga isn't
Caught him lacking, he can finally get his rest now
Can't catch me lacking, I be steppin' with the vest now
Don't do no Yoga but all my opps be getting stretched out
Pulled up in the Hellcat, we gon' bless this man's shot
Never sober, catch it all you gettin' smoked out
Pulled up with 2 vultures, we'll be ready to rock out
Pulled up with 2 vultures when we ridin' we on demon time
Slap a nigga with a pistol tryna see if he can eat the .9
Raise your head and kill ‘em, if you don't then he doing time
Tryna see my circle better, rather see you on the headline
Kel-Tec can get you wet, told my killer I'm a pedophile
You can ask my hood about me, I swear there's nothing wrong
Leave 'em runnin' upon me, ask 'em what happened the last time
Man down, man down
I'ma knock yo' man down
Man down, man down
Leave his face on the ground
[Chorus: Jackboy & Sada Baby]
Rag down, man down, opps get gunned down
Think I love the way how my f..ckin' gun sound
Big drip, little whip, f..ckin' on your bitch now
F..ck my ex bitch, tell her that she messed up
If my new bitch don't f..ck, she gettin' kicked out (Gettin' kicked out)
I'm a millionaire and shit that get you switched out (Yuh)
I came once, send my youngins on a mission (Yeah, aye)
NFL, I'm tryna set the whole Blitz up (Hold up)
[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Hood fam', blicks bare, walk bricks, that's our blood rag
F..ck 12, opps still gunned down by gun violence
The LV on my Louis Vuittons stands for “Love Violence”
This ain't light bitches, real life don't cross the gun line
This one time at band camp yo' bitch sucked my nuts dry
And I ain't never got no knife, for no reason I'm a boss man
Give a f..ck about no nigga that you be with or you hang around
Say my name, I pull up with gang, tell your neighbours off
Run that thought, headshot yo' bitch ass for playin' boss
She said she don't got shit to do with you, keep my name out yo' mouth
The FN he ain't like that, 10 milli tend to wear me down
My young niggas bring sticks to wherever they see me growin'
Huh, you niggas do not know how to shoot, where yo' coach at?
Hollow tip through his hairline, f..ck it up, it won't grow back
No cap, bro strap will animate yo' MoCap
Can't get caught with another firearm, going straight to prison
Mmh, in the fields all cook ups with the super vision
Still got ‘em with me every day, I ain't never listen
Say that chop the only reason that I'm here living
Yeah, shootin' first main reason why a nigga breathing
Retaliation, rebellion, we gotta get even
Hit the plug, get some top in the drop then hop in a demon
Do or don't, all over my opp block and leave you on bleeding