Down Bad lyrics

[Intro: Blade Man]
I'll zip, pss, alright
I'll zip my, okay

[Verse: Blade Man]
I'll zip my hoody up if ain't got my mask
I heard you n*ggas broke as f*ck and y'all down bad
.223s wrecked a n*gga car, now he down bad
This Celine jacket really cost about two racks
He just gave this fiend some cut, I'm like, why the f*ck you do that?
I'on really give a f*ck, if you want some smoke, we can do that
Was gon' have lil' bro rob 'em, but I said, "He a cool cat"
This b*tch just blew my high, I need a Perc to get my mood back

[Verse 2: 3200 Tre]
Step in here, you might die, better watch where your feet at
I caught a case and beat it, now I'm tryna get my heat back
I'm tired of the b*tch I got now, where you chеat at?
I always have my gun at the door beforе I peep at it
Come on, you a cigarette smoker, you got a cheap habit
Hm, how the f*ck you not rich? You got three Pateks
Huh, I know the money comin', I just gotta keep rappin'
This b*tch suck the di*k and clean the mess herself, she don't need napkins

[Verse 3: Blade Man]
This n*gga seen twenty thousand, think it's immaculate
I got some plays out there in the A where the Falcons is
Took a bad b*tch to the room, I had too master it
My old b*tch went and got a n*gga, I got a badder b*tch
I know you wearin' fake sh*t, look how the fabric is
Unc ass be actin' like he broke like he ain't pastor rich
Bro trippin' in the Hellcat, he tryna stab this b*tch
Stop bein' tender over that ho, I already been stabbed the b*tch
[Verse 4: 3200 Tre]
I couldn't go to my mans crib, I was bad and sh*t
Huh, I'm always p*ssed off, they say I just be mad at sh*t
Hm, I flip 'bows, you be breakin' down a half and sh*t
Hm, you ain't payin' all her bills, you pay half the sh*t
sh*t, huh, I think you half a man
Huh, right now I'm breakin' bricks down, started wit' a half a gram
Hm, I used to cook the dope instantly 'fore I had a gram
Hm, you can't call yourself no GOAT if you ain't had a lamb

[Verse 5: Blade Man]
Why the f*ck you think you sh*ttin' cause you got a band?
I just called my white b*tch, she said she need some Xans
Bad b*tch, but she don't know her worth, f*cked me out my pants
They ain't never seen these Gallery Department Vans
You n*ggas ain't gettin' no pape', you gotta keep your distance
These n*ggas always so cap, they be speakin' fiction
Before this b*tch come in the crib, I'ma have to frisk her
Bro in the kitchen mad as hell, he done broke his blender

[Verse 6: 3200 Tre]
Huh, I upped the gun on the cam', I done broke the picture
Huh, I used to get on ass at school, I was roastin' n*ggas
Huh, take that shiesty mask off, COVID over, n*gga
You can't buy no Rick Owens, you still owin' n*ggas
Hm, I can tote two ARs 'cause my shoulder bigger
I think my plug got my message, the code delivered
Hm, I'm nothin' like Steve Austin, I'ma colder n*gga
Hm, I think your pus*y blew out if you like older n*ggas
[Outro: 3200 Tre]
Ah, yeah, Real Money Counter, MINE sh*t, n*gga