Bump Down lyrics

[Intro]
(Tony Coles)

[Verse 1]
Bump down with over a hundred-somethin' shots out the whip, we exchanging that lead
One got away, but his brother got hit in the face, sh*t was tragic, caught one to the head
That n*gga a demon when he with his partners, I catch him without 'em, a f*ck n*gga scared
Don't give me a reason to send your b*tch ass to the doctor, get popped, n*ggas know how we play it

[Chorus]
This dead-ass n*gga rolled up in a 'Wood, thirty poking, it's under my shirt
Ain't gotta ask, if he in that car when we spinning, then you know he done put in some work
We been on they ass, lil' bro still ain't took off his mask, he was mad he ain't get at 'em first
.23 got a flash, switch got this b*tch shooting fast out the window, I'm leaving 'em hurt

[Verse 2]
He gon' wanna crash when his see his bro on a shirt, he was dissing, I don't give a f*ck (I don't)
This b*tch hold forty, but I put thirty-four in it, b*tch, this play for the books
Tell bro and 'em, "Suit up, jump out the back of the truck," we hop out, just filling 'em up
If you came through and missed, don't speak on that sh*t in your diss, when we spin, a n*gga's sh*t gettin' touched
Half of these n*ggas ain't put in no work, what the f*ck your b*tch ass got a gun for?
n*ggas keep shooting at bricks, can't see what you hittin' at, might as well shoot with a blindfold
New Glock 9, came around, got his ass slimed, cross a n*gga out like Rondo
Ayy, this b*tch fine, send her dumb ass for the drop, when we get it, we spin that b*tch pronto

[Chorus]
This dead-ass n*gga rolled up in a 'Wood, thirty poking, it's under my shirt
Ain't gotta ask, if he in that car when we spinning, then you know he done put in some work
We been on they ass, lil' bro still ain't took off his mask, he was mad he ain't get at 'em first
.23 got a flash, switch got this b*tch shooting fast out the window, I'm leaving 'em hurt
[Verse 3]
Brother, pull up on the end of they street, let me out with this glee, finna see if he run
This sh*t deep, don't aim at nothin' below the knee, hit his top, n*gga, get sh*t done
This Glock on my pants like a crease, better not make me tweak, I'ma blow it, don't do nothin' dumb
Like gettin' on feet, if a n*gga ain't swinging that door when we spin, then he can't even come
n*ggas been ducking since we got the drop
They know how we pull up and park sh*t, get sh*t hot
Extensions come with every Glock
Man, he heard that switch go off, I see him on his block
Them young n*ggas ain't sparing sh*t, get caught in the mix and any n*gga getting shot
b*tch able to put up them kids, I'll blow at a jit' and put his lil' one in a box

[Chorus]
This dead-ass n*gga rolled up in a 'Wood, thirty poking, it's under my shirt
Ain't gotta ask, if he in that car when we spinning, then you know he done put in some work
We been on they ass, lil' bro still ain't took off his mask, he was mad he ain't get at 'em first
.23 got a flash, switch got this b*tch shooting fast out the window, I'm leaving 'em hurt

[Outro]
Uh
Free Monte, free Carlo