Lyrics Man Down - NLE Choppa
D.A.
got
that
dope
NLE
the
Top
Shotta
Brr,
brr
Ayy,
ayy
I
wanna
relax
and
chill,
but
I'm
like
"Where
do
I
go?"
The
shit
I
imagined,
it
unfolded,
my
dreams
came
true
(My
dreams
come
true)
Who
would've
knew?
Youngest
nigga
in
the
clique
with
the
juice
(Juice)
A
couple
troops
they
come
in
twos,
.223's
at
you
crew
We
give
a
fuck
'bout
what
he
said,
I
just
care
'bout
where
he
at
Put
the
Glock
right
to
his
neck,
we
gon'
take
a
nigga
breath
Don't
you
stare
wrong
at
my
bro
Off
the
30's,
I
call
it
[?]
Keep
your
head
on
They
say
I'm
dead
wrong
I
live
like
Teflon
Scared
of
who?
Scared
of
you?
You
bleed
just
like
I
do
(You
bleed
dead
like
I
do)
Couple
sticks
up
in
this
coupe,
it
ain't
no
cockin'
we
shootin'
(Ain't
no
cockin'
we
shootin')
Meditated
like
a
Buddhist,
I
done
knocked
some
Medusas
(I
done
knocked
some
Medusas)
I
ain't
gotta
walk
in
the
gym,
but
they
know
I'm
the
shoot
(Bitch,
you
know
I'm
the
shoot)
Fell
in
love,
felt
a
lotta
love,
but
fuck
it
I'm
paid
(Oh)
Would
she
suck
me
the
same
if
I
had
minimum
wage?
(Oh)
Do
you
look
at
me
as
opportunity
or
a
face?
(Oh)
How
the
fuck
you
say
you
love
me,
but
I'm
stuck
in
my
ways?
She
suckin'
dick,
she
fuckin'
dick
just
for
the
clout
and
the
fame
My
brother
knocked
the
nigga
head
off,
he
asked
for
a
chance
(he
asked
for
a
chance,
brr)
Part
of
the
gang,
revenge,
always
hear
the
pain
(Brr,
brr,
brr,
brr)
Speak
on
my
name,
the
last
nigga
did,
he
can't
type
the
same
Controllin'
and
rollin',
I
sent
the
pack
off
Motorola
(I
sent
the
pack,
I'm
on
the
road)
I'm
dopin',
I'm
dozin',
I'm
sleepin'
on
Versace
sofas
(I'm
sleepin'
over
besides
his
sofa)
He
bogus,
don't
know
him
We
poppin'
at
him
like
a
soda
(We
poppin'
at
him
like
a
soda)
Play
with
your
life
like
it's
poker,
we
give
him
joker,
then
we
dose
him
I
raise
my
vibration,
I'm
elevated,
I
got
patience
I
changed
my
cadence,
I
paid
it,
they
say
I
sound
like
I'm
Jamaican
I
know
they
hate
it,
they
see
I
made
it,
I
put
it
in
they
faces
Segregated
from
all
the
hatred,
I'm
protecting
my
faith
Take
a
ride
with
me,
don't
worry
no
more
(Don't
worry
no
more)
'Cause
we
gon'
make
it
to
the
top
(We
gon'
make
it
to
the
top)
Pull
it
straight
up
out
the
lot
(Pull
it
out
the
lot)
We
gon'
execute
the
plot
Get
the
juice
and
all
the
guap
(Get
the
juice
and
all
the
guap,
put
your
faith
upon
that
mission)
Shots
fired,
man
down,
woah
(We
gon'
leave
him
swimmin'
with
the
fishes,
pull
another
mission)
Ayy,
a
hunnid
rounds,
a
hunnid
clowns,
we
gun
'em
down
(eh,
eh,
woah)
Ayy,
stuck
to
the
bone
when
I'm
clutchin'
my
chrome,
you
already
know
what
I'm
on
I
go
do
a
song,
I
get
in
my
zone,
now
she
wanna
suck
on
my
bone
I'm
high
as
fuck,
I
feel
like
a
clone,
I
just
hope
I
make
it
home
I
thought
I
missed
a
shot,
I
hit
him
right
on
the
dot,
I
made
him
stop
(I
made
him
stop,
ayy)
How
many
shots,
etcetera-cetera,
'til
my
gun
had
to
stop
(Ayy)
This
is
no
Beretta-rettera,
this
is
a
glizzy
Glock
(Ayy)
Scared
of
who?
Scared-scared
of
what?
Bitch,
he
ain't
scared
of
nothin'
One
pop,
he
pop,
we
pop,
we
crash
Get
back
to
the
car,
we
know
we
gon'
flash
You
heard
what
I
said,
better
go
do
the
dash
Better
not
crash,
don't
drive
too
fast
Swerve
in
the
scat,
then
I'm
on
your
ass
Drive
on
a
ten-speed,
put
on
your
mask
Hop
out
the
car,
I'ma
dump
the
whole
mag
Take
a
ride
with
me,
don't
worry
no
more
(Don't
worry
no
more)
'Cause
we
gon'
make
it
to
the
top
(We
gon'
make
it
to
the
top)
Pull
it
straight
up
out
the
lot
(Pull
it
straight
up
out
the
lott)
We
gon'
execute
the
plot
Get
the
juice
and
all
the
guap
(Get
the
juice
and
all
the
guap,
nigga)
Shots
fired,
man
down,
wo-wo-woah
(Pick
him
up,
pick
your
dawg
up
nigga)
Ayy,
a
hunnid
rounds,
a
hunnid
clowns,
we
gun
'em
down
(Eh,
eh,
wo-wo-woah)
1 Intro
2 Bryson
3 Picture Me Grapin’
4 Moonlight (feat. Big Sean)
5 Taliban
6 Twin Flame
7 Body Catchers
8 Hear Me (feat. Ink)
9 Man Down
10 100 Grapes
11 Love Tonight
12 Done
13 Paradise
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