Lyrics man down - Lilbubblegum

Ain't no way
Choppa make that boy flip just like a trey
He go running his mouth, we turn that oppboy to jfk
Said man down, Prince Zuko with the flame
Catch me rolling sum paper, I mold these opp boyz just like clay

9 go pa pa pa, Glock go gra ta ta
These bullets spraying everywhere make him do cha cha cha
He wanna talk out his neck, Put that bullet to your head
But this 9 got him scared, he go na na na

I get this money real quick, and I get the bag and I dip
I do this all from distribution, I don't need to hit licks
We getting rich, said I'm getting green ticks
All I do is spit, you working 9 to 5 s
I'm getting paid from making hits
I'm getting bands, no simple plan
Your girl is in my stands, get the cash
I need it fast, one hundred on thе dash

Finna crash, I'm speeding like my first name was racer
Wе playing tag, you better not get caught with this red laser

Ain't no way
Choppa make that boy flip just like a trey
He go running his mouth, we turn that oppboy to jfk
Said man down, Prince Zuko with the flame
Catch me rolling sum paper, I mold these opp boyz just like clay

9 go pa pa pa, Glock go gra ta ta
These bullets spraying everywhere make him do cha cha cha
He wanna talk out his neck, Put that bullet to your head
But this 9 got him scared, he go na na na

I'm undefeated, I'm beating all of these rappers that be preaching
Got this heater, it's hot like a pan ain't talking about Peter
Rock adidas, I'm finna beat it no ... in my sneakers
Gotta prove sum like I'm summrs
I'm constantly switching them seasons

Okay, I'm fiending for rap, they talking behind my back
You didn't say that, hear the playback now
I'm getting these racks
I did this all on my own, ain't need no label that's facts
You know what goes around comes around
So you better stay strapped

Ain't no way
Choppa make that boy flip just like a trey
He go running his mouth, we turn that oppboy to jfk
Said man down, Prince Zuko with the flame
Catch me rolling sum paper, I mold these opp boyz just like clay

9 go pa pa pa, Glock go gra ta ta
These bullets spraying everywhere make him do cha cha cha
He wanna talk out his neck, Put that bullet to your head
But this 9 got him scared, he go na na na