Man Down (feat. 247 ChAoS)
Yo yo over here man over here
Fuck you mean over here? You know I can't see in this fuckin graveyard
Quit diggin and come help me with this body man
Man down, I just caught a body
Man down, it's looking like a homi
Man down, I'm bout to dig a hole
In the back woods of the cut where nobody knows
Man down, I just caught a body
Man down, it's looking like a homi
Man down, I'm bout to dig a hole
In the back woods of the cut where nobody goes MAN DOWN
I just left Cabela's
Black mask, gloves and my two favorite letters A-R
I get to splurgin, then I get to shootin
Kinda like a surgeon, the way I'm stickin tools in
Graduated from a 40 in a brown bag
To a red dot with a 30 round mag
Fuck Golden State we the splash brothers
Wet ya azz up no bath bubbles
You can go from Jim Halpert to A Quiet Place
Nard doggin with my paper take ya fuckin life away
I'm the judge, jury and the executioner
Stand down before I send this man down to Lucifer GONE
Man down, I just caught a body
Man down, it's looking like a homi
Man down, I'm bout to dig a hole
In the back woods of the cut where nobody knows
Man down, I just caught a body
Man down, it's looking like a homi
Man down, I'm bout to dig a hole
In the back woods of the cut where nobody goes MAN DOWN
Another man down, another notch on my belt
I never stand around, I always pop em myself
You fuck up royally, I'll make you bow to this king
A powerful swing knock em out of the ring
For hours I mean, devour his team
If I was you I would hate me too, cuz I just plow through the scene
While you were playing Fight Night on ya Xbox
I was saying night night watching necks pop
I'm something like a silent God, don't provoke the beast
Cuz I'll wake up I'll hang you up and you will go to sleep
I'm the firearm you think death will phase me ya silly
Cuz I'll pick you up and snap you like K-D's achilles
Man down, A-R
Man down, man down
Watchin necks pop
Man Down, man down
Alright man I dug this fuckin hole now lets get outta here
You aint gotta be so aggressive man that's all I wanted
Fuck you it's raining like shit like dog come on
Yea no shit you had me carrying this big bitch
Fuck man. Whatever let's go
Fuck you mean over here? You know I can't see in this fuckin graveyard
Quit diggin and come help me with this body man
Man down, I just caught a body
Man down, it's looking like a homi
Man down, I'm bout to dig a hole
In the back woods of the cut where nobody knows
Man down, I just caught a body
Man down, it's looking like a homi
Man down, I'm bout to dig a hole
In the back woods of the cut where nobody goes MAN DOWN
I just left Cabela's
Black mask, gloves and my two favorite letters A-R
I get to splurgin, then I get to shootin
Kinda like a surgeon, the way I'm stickin tools in
Graduated from a 40 in a brown bag
To a red dot with a 30 round mag
Fuck Golden State we the splash brothers
Wet ya azz up no bath bubbles
You can go from Jim Halpert to A Quiet Place
Nard doggin with my paper take ya fuckin life away
I'm the judge, jury and the executioner
Stand down before I send this man down to Lucifer GONE
Man down, I just caught a body
Man down, it's looking like a homi
Man down, I'm bout to dig a hole
In the back woods of the cut where nobody knows
Man down, I just caught a body
Man down, it's looking like a homi
Man down, I'm bout to dig a hole
In the back woods of the cut where nobody goes MAN DOWN
Another man down, another notch on my belt
I never stand around, I always pop em myself
You fuck up royally, I'll make you bow to this king
A powerful swing knock em out of the ring
For hours I mean, devour his team
If I was you I would hate me too, cuz I just plow through the scene
While you were playing Fight Night on ya Xbox
I was saying night night watching necks pop
I'm something like a silent God, don't provoke the beast
Cuz I'll wake up I'll hang you up and you will go to sleep
I'm the firearm you think death will phase me ya silly
Cuz I'll pick you up and snap you like K-D's achilles
Man down, A-R
Man down, man down
Watchin necks pop
Man Down, man down
Alright man I dug this fuckin hole now lets get outta here
You aint gotta be so aggressive man that's all I wanted
Fuck you it's raining like shit like dog come on
Yea no shit you had me carrying this big bitch
Fuck man. Whatever let's go
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Writer(s): Griff Courtney
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