Man Down

Whoa, whoa
Ay, ay
888

Keep on fuckin' around, yeah
We get to bustin' the rounds, whoa
Another man down, whoa
Another man down, yeah
Keep on fuckin' around, yeah
We get to bustin' the rounds, whoa
Another man down, whoa
Another man down

Keep on fuckin' around, yeah
My whole squad and I get out, yeah
I'm in the trap right now (I'm in the trap right now) yeah
I got the strap right now (I got the strap right now)

Uh, pussy nigga talkin' shit, we might just feed him some sticks
Matte black 40 Glock just to match my kicks
Balenciaga runners overlapping you niggas
Word round town, Sunny bossin' on niggas (boss)
Iced out my mouth, now I'm flossin' on niggas
Think and I'ma lick you, get your man down quick
Louis pants with the strap, I'm never gon' slip
On 1400, wealthy, I'll die for this shit

Keep on fuckin' around, yeah
We get to bustin' the rounds, whoa
Another man down, whoa
Another man down, yeah
Keep on fuckin' around, yeah
We get to bustin' the rounds, whoa
Another man down, whoa
Another man down

Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lamar White Ii, Nick Manson, Justin Tranter, Julia Michaels
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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