Lyrics Way Down - Show Louis , Kilo Santana
Where
was
everybody
On
the
way
Down
Niggas
always
wanna
Ride
your
wave
now
Before
I
got
this
change
You
never
came
round
I
done
came
up
I
see
the
change
now
Where
was
everybody
Pussy
nigga
Where
that
Fade
at
Where
the
change
at
White
girl
But
the
cash
green
Nigga
Straight
facts
Homicide
Knocking
at
my
door
I
don't
know
shit
Dumb
bitch
Stressing
on
my
phone
Bout
some
old
shit
Old
shit
Ain't
got
no
discussion
For
no
old
bitch
Four-fifth
I'm
on
45
With
my
four-fifth
Dro
spliffs
Still
send
little
bro
To
take
them
store
trips
Walk
around
With
the
pole
Cuz
I
got
beef
On
old
shit
Santana
with
me
He
ain't
Strumming
no
guitar
On
percussion
Drum
100
Make
a
martyr
Out
a
star
Hustletown
Texas
Go
and
get
it
When
it's
tough
I
always
Give
these
fools
the
business
But
I
never
give
a
fuck
In
the
Trey
On
a
bunch
of
beans
I
done
sold
A
ton
of
trees
50
blocks
In
a
trash
bag
Boxed
at
doubletree
High
power
flexin
Selling
Anything
that
profits
Fuck
around
And
sell
a
dream
To
ease
the
pressure
On
my
pockets
Yeah
But
you
know
The
pressure
It
can't
stop
us
I
got
gas
bags
landin
This
one
From
the
tropics
20
different
Bitches
texting
20
different
topics
Walk
around
James
Harden
That's
a
little
rocket
Faithful
To
the
hustle
Never
rest
Marathoning
Cheated
death
Bullet
in
my
chest
How
you
finna
stop
em
TDC
Kept
them
creases
In
my
icy
whites
Southmore
And
Dowling
block
Rarely
Was
it
quiet
nights
Niggas
just
Ain't
vibin
right
Confused
Like
fire
Ice
I
don't
fuck
with
Rodents
Not
no
rats
Or
any
kind
of
mice
I
done
been
in
Uh
Plenty
different
fights
Gun
fight
Knife
fight
Any
time
Of
night
Any
time
Of
day
Hop
out
SK
Pop
pop
AK
My
little
nigga
Beat
another
case
My
nigga
Bought
another
K
My
little
shooter
Catch
another
case
Put
it
In
your
face
Slide
around
With
them
throwaways
Little
bro
on
the
way
Hop
out
Glocks
out
100
shots
out
Ride
around
With
them
chops
out
Yeah
Turn
a
nigga
shirt
To
a
crop-top
Yeah
Turn
a
nigga
car
To
a
drop-top
All
my
eses
Bout
dat
warfare
You
can
Call
them
aztecs
You
ain't
got
the
drive
You
ain't
wrecked
You
ain't
crashed
shit
Devil
on
my
shoulder
Got
me
sinning
With
your
main
hoe
Competition
Fierce
as
fuck
in
the
gutta
(That's
my
stain
bro!)
Used
to
have
a
chain
A
nigga
Let
my
chain
go
I
never
ever
Cut
no
corners
I
stay
conscious
Of
the
angles
Heaven
From
the
bottom
Yeah
I'm
walking
With
the
angels
Cowboys
Bands
on
ur
head
Like
a
kangol
M-D-M-A
connoisseur
On
extacy
I
turned
her
out
She
popping
3
3 more
In
her
booty
I'm
a
work
her
out
I
know
That's
gone
turn
her
out,
It's
crazy,
I
just
want
some
head
I
know
that's
gone
run
her
hot
Kicked
the
bitch
out
the
spot
Switching
up
the
spot
Now
it's
a
trap
spot
Arm
in
the
pot,
yeah,
and
I'm
selling
hard
rock
Beating
on
the
door,
yeah,
trying
to
get
this
pack
out
Feel
like
Jeremy
Scott,
came
with
the
wings
On
the
winning
team,
bitch
what
you
mean
And
we
riding
around
too,
sipping
clean
lean
Glock
came
with
the
beam
Where
was
everybody
On
the
way
down
Niggas
always
wanna
ride
your
wave
now
Before
I
got
this
change
you
never
came
round
I
done
came
up
I
see
the
change
now
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2 Options
3 Answers
4 Way Down
5 Kill It
6 Mafia Freestyle
7 The Best Sex Ever
8 7:13
9 Robert Horry
10 Devante' Swing
11 Up
12 When I Was Broke
13 Show Against the World
14 4 Flats
15 All Da Smoke
16 Forever(long Live Slugga)
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