Man Down!
bl4ck fezco
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Cuz I didn't mean to hurt him Could've been somebody's son And I took his heart with it I pulled out that gun Rum pa pa pum Rum pa pa pum Rum pa pa pum Bow man down nah you feel me? Okay, okay, okay, okay Move over, Denzel I ain't sorry, I shot him on purpose Don't regret it because it was worth it I'm blowin' up, man, I'm off off the surface I'm so h*** i'm forgettin' what Earth is Robbin' and weavin' the snakes and serpents After I'm done, put the Glock where the dirt is After I'm done, put the Glock where it purses After I'm done, I'm all opps is in hearses If I see him, I'll put that lil' boy in a pack Keep me a knocker never ever lack Hollow tips hit him all up his back Get him gone just to say I smoke him in the track But I'm cordial, up until you touch me If you somehow survive, then I guess that you lucky Give my Glock a banana just like it's a monkey Itching to pop him, just like a junkie Young Himothy Cole in the building, money too up, and it's touchin' the ceiling Give me a problem, I'm leavin' you bleeding He aint the top opp so i aim at his feet Ain't showin' no mercy, we shootin' his meat My shawty the best tell me, why would I cheat? And I am the goat so your girls gon' cheat Knuckle up, I'ma knock out his teeth Pockets too fat they on TLC Your shawty was loyal now she want me I catch an opp I'ma shoot on the beat Bow, bow, bow, bow Remington fill up his neck and his liver and feet No TLC, but that girl's a creep No bap, no bap, no bap, no bap, no bap, bap I hit that boy in the station Put a switch on the Glock, I ain't known to be patient Black and white diamonds, I ain't even racist Love for my brothers, we from different places Bald white plug he say, Goodness Gracious He down on the ground I wont stop 'til I break him Stop on his body, one stop, 'til I'm twitchin' I'm finna cut him like we in the kitchen Switch on the Glock, start stutterin' glitchin' Gotta keep goin', I know that I'm gifted Got my weight up, I ain't talkin' bout lifting If he Runnin' from me, better hope they ain't trippin Runnin' into me, Know I walk with a smith and Tell my brother to go, his trigger finger itchin Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Run into me, hope he ready to rumble Bullets gon' hit him, they make that boy tumble Bro keep on shooting like he was Mutombo Flow too infectious, ain't talkin' bout fungal All around green, just like I'm in a jungle If I'm with my twin then we causing some trouble Clips too little, I need like double Shout out my mother and shout out my uncle Always believed in my vision and knew I could rhyme Know I'll be up in a matter of time I been a star, but now I gotta shine Talkin' too much, he'll be meeting my nine Man i'm too tired think this verse is fine, bruh I ain't sorry, I shot him on purpose Don't regret it because it was worth it I'm blowin' up, man, I'm off off the surface I'm so h*** i'm forgettin' what Earth is Robbin' and weavin' the snakes and serpents After I'm done, put the Glock where the dirt is After I'm done, put the Glock where it purses After I'm done, I'm all opps is in hearses
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