Downerz lyrics

[Verse 1: Malik White]
Smoke seven blunts but I won’t eat
Three days n*gga no sleep
I ain’t trippin’ I do this often
Say f*ck that n*gga he be pillow talking
Been working hard, I was born to ball
f*ck with n*gga that are robbin’ still
Hit a lick and then sell it all
Tell that pus*y n*gga come up off it
My n*ggas raw and you n*ggas saucy
You the type to get robbed for flossin’
I’m drippin’ b*tches I can’t get em off me
Semi-auto n*gga and I stay with hollows
Shut the f*ck up, you don’t want no problems
Cause that sneak dissing that’ll get you off
Watch the news they puttin’ n*ggas on it
Hit a stain and then catch a body
Pop like 3 xan’s and then forget about it
Twistin’ woods man its that good

[Verse 2: Robbie B]
Probably chillin' twisting backwoods
Yo’ b*tch callin’ callin’ cause its that good
I’ve been trapping trapping trying to make it happen
Tunnel vision trying to get the cabbage
pus*y boy you need to quit the acting
n*gga you just rapping you ain't bout that action
n*ggas crippin’ we can get it crackin’
n*ggas blood and we can get it poppin’
Got the 30 and the snub nose
Told a pus*y come out them Balenciagas
I’m the hottest n*gga from the 3rd coast
Working working like a furlough
Trying buy my momma fur coats
Ain’t no pancakes I got syrup though
I’m hippie n*gga rockin’ tye-dye
You fake n*gga, you a sci-fy
Putting kush in the air like wi-fi
Till a young n*gga chilling sky hi
God damn
What’s the hold up
Money is the motivation
n*ggas hate what I’m creating
Cause it leave them stuck on basic
Had them rocks up in my Asics
I was running to them smokers
Out here taken n*ggas chips
n*gga lifes a game of poker
Something like the US Open
How I’m serving with a purpose
Yo’ b*tch slurping, sloppy j*rkin
While you out here buying purses
n*gga you worthless
I’m ducking them serpents
Trying be rich as a preacher
Leave you leaking by them churches
n*gga you weak
I don’t f*ck with you cause I don’t want to get turned it
Just know, let a n*gga try me
Guarantee I murk em
Young Rob
[Verse 3 - A$AP Ant]
Popped a xan I’m high as f*ck
Pulled up in a Tonka Truck
Bet that b*tch gunna f*ck
Bet that b*tch gunna suck
n*ggas Goofy like Donald Duck
All hustle, no luck
When I pull up you know whats up
Bow bow at your fitted hat
Been broke I ain't going back
Need a Porchse that’s all black
& I got the gat to match
Warren Sapp with the sack
Little n*ggas for my pack
n*ggas lurkin’, stay strapped
Drive-by’s in Cadillacs
Aiming at ya face tats
Need a feature? Cost a rack
The Mafia I getchu wacked
John Gotti I’m kamakazi
In the river they find ya body
Moss berg, brand new shotty
Free Bobby and Rowdy