Down lyrics

[Verse 1]
b*tch I don't bang, I swing my blade and then that body drops
I don't switch lanes, I don't want fame but I can't ever stop
They say your f*cking death's a promise and your life's a lie
So I'ma headbang to the bass until I f*cking die
Aye, aye, I got Rossi in a solo cup
Aye, b*tch I'm sipping slow until my time is up
Aye, lot of stupid b*tches getting on my nerves
Aye, If you coming with that f*ck sh*t then you better swerve

[Chorus]
f*ck all that sh*t that you talk, b*tch
I did this sh*t all on my own
f*ck all that sh*t that you talk, b*tch
I did this sh*t all on my own
So just hold the f*cking phone, aye just hold the f*cking phone
Aye, hold the f*cking phone, so just hold the f*cking phone
Hold the f*cking phone, b*tch, just hold the f*cking phone
Hold the f*cking phone, b*tch, just hold the f*cking phone
Hold the f*cking phone, b*tch, just hold the f*cking phone