Lyrics Down Talk - D-Lo, Nemz

Down Talk

Woo, I swear my niggas be killin' shit on them freeways
My nigga TB locked up, he need a three-way
My brother Moon just speared a nigga in my driveway
When it’s hella eyes and cameras, no we don’t slide
Got my cleats on in the field, nigga, it’s real, nigga
Don’t be in the wrong place, the wrong time, you could get killed, nigga
Got a stick on the forty, man I knocked a bitch for my brodie
Man, I gotta slide to the neck, can’t fight no case with no co-D
Man I got bitches, I’m pimpin' these hoes
I’m scared of the cops, I be carryin' fours
I’m servin' these niggas, I’m breakin' these hoes
These niggas ain’t pimpin', they breakin' the code, ayy
Chasin' that money, I ain’t been asleep
Don’t make me call my brother Sleep
I swear somebody gon' RIP
Swear to God we poppin', nigga
My Rudeboys be poppin' niggas
(One word, them niggas be dead, and I wouldn’t lie to niggas)
If you ain’t never caught you no body, I can’t slide with niggas
You ain’t never kicked you a high-speed on five-oh, I can’t ride with niggas