DOWN BAD FREESTYLE lyrics

by

6ahmer


[Part 1]

[Intro]
f*ck you, b*tch ass n*gga
pus*y ass n*gga, broke ass n*gga
Black ass n*gga, ugly ass n*gga
I'll beat the f*ck out of you if I catch you, n*gga

[Verse 1]
First off, f*ck your likes and f*ck your views
We gon' tell you why we don't really f*ck with you
Number one, 'cause you a b*tch
n*gga, I was just tryna eat, but you got clout and dipped
And that's when somethin' changed
The n*gga that I was supportin', he was not the same
Now all my n*ggas breakin' up and you the one to blame
And that sh*t really lame, and that sh*t made me hot
Remember back when we was at war with K-pop
We told you that we trusted you and you were our pilot
While we were gettin' shot, you had your account on private
And we was gettin' death threats and sh*t was gettin' violent
And we asked you for help, but you always stayed silent

[Bridge]
Uh, you always stayed silent
You always stayed silent, yeah
Mm, uh
[Verse 2]
I cannot beef with n*ggas that be stealing all their tweets
These n*ggas talkin' sh*t, but they do not talk sh*t to me
They already know that Slade is undefeated
If I pull up on 'em, I'ma leave his pants brown, like Cleveland
Uh, yeah, like Cleveland
Told him he gon' die this evening
Told him he gon' die this evening
This a diss track, so we smokin' a pack
We know where he stay at
We got guns, like Apex
Smokin', bring them K's back
Smokin', bring them K's back
Smokin', bring them K's back
Yeah, we want our payback, uh
n*ggas talkin' sh*t, n*ggas gettin' really c*cky
I'ma beat 'em up like Rocky
Get the money, asap, no Rocky
n*ggas talkin' all that sh*t, but these n*ggas blocked me
n*ggas talkin' all that sh*t, but these n*ggas blocked me

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah these n*ggas blocked me
Yeah, yeah these n*ggas blocked me
Yeah, yeah, but they can never top me
[Outro]
Yeah, and this for Abe
f*ck you b*tch ass, pus*y ass n*gga
Ugly ass n*gga, dark ass n*gga
Black ass n*gga, b*tch ass n*gga
Orphan ass n*gga, thot ass mom havin' ass n*gga
STD havin' ass n*gga, walkin' STD ass n*gga
Fake Dior wearin' ass n*gga
Fake ass clothes wearin' ass n*gga
Broke ass n*gga, b*tch ass n*gga
Family ain't never had no mother f*ckin' portions ass n*gga
"I was supposed to be an abortion" ass n*gga
Dirty ass n*gga, bum ass n*gga
Black ass n*gga, ugly ass n*gga
Dumb ass n*gga
I hope yo' ass get ran over, b*tch ass n*gga
pus*y ass n*gga, dumb ass, b*tch ass, idiotic ass n*gga
Stupid, dumb, goofy, remedial, ug- idiotic ass n*gga
Goofy ass boy
f*ck you, n*gga
And f*ck all your di*k riders that's gonna be in my comments too
Them n*ggas already know what's up with you
n*ggas got f*ckin' 2,000 followers, 5-, 500,000 tweets and 3 likes on each
Get the f*ck, get the f*ck out with me, pus*y ass n*ggas
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
f*ck that n*gga Jibbly Jello
(Here comes a new challenger)
[Part 2]

[Intro]
(Ayy, I let the clout get to my head, it's cool, it's fine)
Clout is a dangerous drug
Man, this n*gga f*ckin' 19 in the army (Sosa on the beat)
Livin' in Virginia
n*gga, I know where you stay
I know your social security number, n*gga
Like, you really f*ckin' with the wrong n*gga
But, I guess "Jibbly Jello," this clout sh*t is... ayy

[Verse]
Talkin' sh*t on Twitter, I know where you be
And for a leak, you live in Virginia, 23801, you my son
Made me pull up on you, I pull up with guns
n*gga talkin' all that sh*t, then I see 'em and he run
Ayy, yeah, I ain't f*ckin' with these n*ggas
n*ggas talkin' 'bout some clout
pus*y n*gga, get off Twitter
You be tweeting all this sh*t, but n*ggas ain't even laughin'
n*gga talkin' all that sh*t, you just really want reactions
Ayy, ayy, he just really want reactions
n*gga in the army, this ain't what he want
n*gga talkin' sh*t and I'ma fill 'em up
On the ground, on the floor
Somebody teach him how to scope
He play college basketball, but he a joke
n*gga ain't get no game time, he a joke
n*gga talkin' sh*t, I jump him, like a rope
He said he want smoke, but he gon' choke
Lettin' you know, I don't wanna beat him, I don't wanna see him
Glock go bow, onomatopoeia, left him in the freezer
He a b*tch, but he got a di*k, I think he Madea
If I catch him, I'ma f*ckin' clean him, I'ma f*ckin' clean him, what?

[Outro]
With the di*k, I'm abusing it
He fake too and he fakin' all his tweets
And he talkin' all that sh*t, bet he gonna f*ckin' delete
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