Man Down lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Let's get this money
Brain Dead
Heard homie got them bands
Spit a hundred rounds, rounds
Choppa spit a hundred rounds

[Chorus: Tae Da Blockboi]
Man down, hundred rounds
Only f*ck with real n*ggas, I don't f*ck with clowns
Try to run up, then I lay him down
Get these bands up, then I take 'em down
Man down, hundred rounds
Only f*ck with real n*ggas, I don't f*ck with clowns
Try to run up, then I lay him down
Get these bands up, then we take 'em down

[Verse 1: Tae Da Blockboi]
Man down, hundred rounds
AFM, GBE, love that gun sound
Riding with the folks, taking n*ggas down
Heard he had it on the work, I'ma leave him pounds
We the realest in it, n*gga, hands down
Real recognize real, set your fingers down
Lot of pills, lot of weed, lot of bust downs
Lot of n*ggas, they some hittas, don't f*ck around
Mama got me of the dope, moving slow-mo
AFM, GBE, ain't no ho'
Mama got me off the dope, moving slow-mo
IYG, Brain Dead, ain't no joke
Pull up with the .40 in the lo-lo
Got a thirty clip, I let the thirty blow
Pull up with the .40 out the lo-lo
I got a thirty in it, I let it all blow
[Chorus: Tae Da Blockboi]
Man down, hundred rounds
Only f*ck with real n*ggas, I don't f*ck with clowns
Try to run up, then I lay him down
Get these bands up, then I take 'em down
Man down, hundred rounds
Only f*ck with real n*ggas, I don't f*ck with clowns
Try to run up, then I lay him down
Get these bands up, then we take 'em down

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
Get these bands up, then I take 'em down
Only f*ck with real n*ggas, I don't f*ck with clowns
This .30 that I'm totin', it'll lay him down
Choppa spit a hundred rounds, don't make a sound
OTF, we army strong, taking sh*t down
Pop a flat, I'm off the sh*ts, I'm rolling now
Lots of b*tches, they thirsty, they tryna f*ck my crowd
Can't work with f*ck n*ggas, move 'em 'round
Best believe my circle closed, I don't f*ck with clowns
Mouth duct-taped, I don't make a sound
OTF, we army strong, taking sh*t down
Mouth duct-taped, I don't make a sound

[Chorus: Tae Da Blockboi]
Man down, hundred rounds
Only f*ck with real n*ggas, I don't f*ck with clowns
Try to run up, then I lay him down
Get these bands up, then I take 'em down
Man down, hundred rounds
Only f*ck with real n*ggas, I don't f*ck with clowns
Try to run up, then I lay him down
Get these bands up, then I take 'em down
[Verse 3: YaYa White]
n*gga run up, then we take him down
IYG, Brain Dead, we run the town
Steady rolling up dope, I'm in the clouds
Only want some mouth, don't pull your pants down
All the folks holdin' choppas, don't catch a round
Spit a hundred rounds, man up, then man down
AFM, hundred D, we move a crowd
GBE, IYG, we don't f*ck around
Steady blowing loud, shawty put the mid down
f*ck a cop, we send shots, take down a crowd
Steady blowing loud, shawty put the mid down
f*ck a cop, we send shots, take down a crowd
Light the L, got a n*gga moving extra slow
I'm paranoid, I'm quick to let this .30 blow
Foolie rolling up the L, got me extra slow
I'm paranoid, I'm quick to let this .30 blow

[Chorus: Tae Da Blockboi]
Man down, hundred rounds
Only f*ck with real n*ggas, I don't f*ck with clowns
Try to run up, then I lay him down
Get these bands up, then I take 'em down
Man down, hundred rounds
Only f*ck with real n*ggas, I don't f*ck with clowns
Try to run up, then I lay him down
Get these bands up, then I take 'em down