Down Bad

Uh, damn, like, uh, uh
It get hard in the paint
On his shirt leave a stain
tell the team I'm a box out man
If we chill in the spot, and brody see a opp
I told bro, let some shots off then
Niggas looking this way and I'm raising this pain
Aint nobody gon' stop my hand
Know he walk with a ruger, he losing the minute he snooze
Cause the Glock don't jam

Wanna catch me down, down, bad
Down, down, bad
Fuck the opps, know they down, down, bad
Still down, down, bad
Count how many licks they had
They down, down, bad
They don't know how many guns we have
I'm the pow, pow man

Uh Like, fuck it, let's take a lil trip to the four
They don't come outside then we kicking his door
Catch him in his sleep put the gun to his throat
Turn on the flame, put his face on the stove
Glock with a switch, put the nose to the dome
I seen his homies coming out the store
Hang out the window, they ain't make it home, no
Don't play, I'm not with the foolery
Cause the ooters that oot, they ain't ooting me
Keep it stick, they get no opportunity
Shooting shit this was way before puberty
5% riding through they community
VVS's, I jump out, they know it's me
Look away, they act like they don't notice me
It get lit after dark, I can't go to sleep

Wanna catch me down, down, bad
Down, down, bad
Fuck the opps, know they down, down, bad
Still down, down, bad
Count how many licks they had
They down, down, bad
They don't know how many guns we have
I'm the pow, pow man

Wanna catch me down, down, bad
Down, down, bad
Fuck the opps, know they down, down, bad
Still down, down, bad
Count how many licks they had
They down, down, bad
They don't know how many guns we have
I'm the pow, pow man