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man down - jackboy lyrics

[intro]
h*lluva made this beat, baby

[chorus: jackboy]
rag down, man down, opps get gunned down
think i love the way how my f*ckin’ gun sound
big drip, little whip, f*ckin’ on your b*tch now
f*ck my ex b*tch, tell her that she messed up
if my new b*tch don’t f*ck, she gettin’ kicked out
i’m a millionaire and sh*t that get you switched out
i came once and my youngins on the [?]
nfl, i’m tryna set the whole blitz up

[verse 1: jackboy]
i’m tryna set the whole blitz up
ya’ll n*ggas ready, they know when a n*gga isn’t
caught him lacking’, he can finally get his rest now
can’t catch me lacking’ i be steppin’ with the vest now
don’t do no yoga but all my opps be getting stretched out
pulled up in the h*llcat, we gon’ bless this man’s shot
never sober, catch it all you gettin’ smoked out
pulled up with 2 vultures, we’ll be ready to rock out
pulled up with 2 vultures when we ridin’ we on demon time
slap a n*gga with a pistol tryna see if he can eat tonight
raise your head and k!ll ‘em, if you don’t then he doing time
tryna see my circle better, rather see you on the headline
kel*tec can get you wet, told my k!ller i’m a pedophile
you can ask my hood about me, i swear there’s nothing wrong
leave ’em runnin’ upon me, ask ’em what happened the last time
man down, man down
i’ma knock yo’ man down
man down, man down
leave his face on the ground
[chorus: jackboy & sada baby]
rag down, man down, opps get gunned down
think i love the way how my f*ckin’ gun sound
big drip, little whip, f*ckin’ on your b*tch now
f*ck my ex b*tch, tell her that she messed up
if my new b*tch don’t f*ck, she gettin’ kicked out (gettin’ kicked out)
i’m a millionaire and sh*t that get you switched out (yuh)
i came once and my youngins on the [?] (yeah, aye)
nfl, i’m tryna set the whole blitz up (hold up)

[verse 2: sada baby]
hood family, [?] that’s our blood rag
f*ck 12, opps still gunned down by gun violence
the lv on my louis vuittons stands for “love violence”
this ain’t light b*tches, this real life don’t cross the gun line
this one time at band camp yo’ b*tch sucked my nuts dry
and never got no knife for no reason i’m a bus man
give a f*ck about no n*gga that you be with or you hang around
say my name, i pull up with gang, tell your neighbours off
runnin’ by, headshot yo’ b*tch ass for playin’ boss
she said she don’t got sh*t to do with you, keep my name out yo’ mouth
the [?] don’t like that, 10 millie tend to wear me down
my young n*ggas bring chicks to wherever they see me rollin’
you n*ggas do not know how to shoot, where yo’ coach at?
hollow tips through his hairline, f*ck it up, it won’t grow back
no cap, grow strap, and animate yo’ mocap
i be caught with another firearm, going straight to prison
in the fields all cook ups with the super vision
still got ‘em with me every day, i ain’t never listen
say that chop the only reason that i’m here living
yeah, shootin’ first main reason why a n*gga breathing
retaliation, rebellion, we gotta get even
uh, get some top in the drop then hop in a demon
do or don’t, all over my opp block and leave you on bleeding

- jackboy lyrics

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