Man Down lyrics

[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Chorus: Jackboy]
Man down, man down, opps get gunned down
Think I love the way how my f*ckin' gun sound
Big drip, new whip, f*ckin' on your b*tch now
f*ck my ex-b*tch, tell her that she missed out
If my new b*tch don't f*ck, she get kicked out
I'm a millionaire, ain't sh*t to get you switched out
I came up, send my youngins on the licks now
NFL, I'm tryna send a whole blitz out

[Verse 1: Jackboy]
I'm tryna send a whole blitz out
Young n*ggas ready, they love when a n*gga get X'd out
Caught him lackin', he can finally get his rest now
Can't catch me lackin', I be steppin' with a vest now
Don't do no yoga, but all my opps be gettin' stretched out
Pulled up in the Hellcat, we gon' bless and smash out
Never sober, catch an opp, he gettin' smoked out
Pulled up with two vultures who be ready to rock out
Pulled up with two vultures, when we ridin', we on demon time
Slap a n*gga with the pistol, tryna see if he can eat the 9
Might just have to kill him, if you don't, he'll have you doing time
See my circle bad, I'd rather see you on a headline
10K get you whacked, told my killer I'ma pay the fine
You can ask my hood about me, I swear these are not just rhymes
n*gga run up on me, ask him what happened the last time
Man down, man down, I'll knock your man down
Man down, man down, leave his face on the ground
[Chorus: Jackboy & Sada Baby]
Man down, man down, opps get gunned down
Think I love the way how my f*ckin' gun sound
Big drip, new whip, f*ckin' on your b*tch now
f*ck my ex-b*tch, tell her that she missed out
If my new b*tch don't f*ck, she get kicked out (Get kicked out)
I'm a millionaire, ain't sh*t to get you switched out (Nah)
I came up, send my youngins on the licks now (Ayy)
NFL, I'm tryna send a whole blitz out (Hold up)

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Hood fire, blicks fire, Wock' bricks, that's how blood ridin'
f*ck 12, opps still gotta die by gun violence
The LV on my Louis Vuittons stands for "love violence"
This ain't light, b*tch, it's real life, don't cross the gun line
This one time at band camp, your b*tch sucked my nuts dry
Never got no 9 for no reason, I'ma bust mine
Give a f*ck about no n*gga that you be with or you hang around
Say my name, I pull up with gang, take your neighbors out
Right after I headshot your b*tch ass for playin' 'bout
sh*t that don't got sh*t to do with you, keep my name out your mouth
The FN like the ten milli', tend to weigh me down
My young n*ggas bring sticks wherever they see big bro at, huh
You n*ggas do not know how to shoot, where your coach at?
Hollow tip through his hairline, f*ck it up, it won't grow back
No cap, bro strap'll animate ya, mo-cap
I get caught with another firearm, goin' straight to prison
Huh, in the feds off cook-ups with the supervision
Still got 'em with me every day, I ain't never listen
Say that chop the only reason that I'm here livin'
Yeah, shootin' first main reason why a n*gga breathin'
Retaliation, rebellion, we gotta get even
I get some top in the drop, then hop in the Demon
Do a donut on my opp block and leave one bleeding