Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Down, artist - Goonew
Date of issue: 22.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Take Down |
Shit |
Goonrixh, nigga |
MONY POWR RSPT |
Homicide shit, coming through with the draco |
Fort Knox, nigga hit the front and the back door |
I’m beating my wrist and I’m still in the dope hole |
Pour a four of wop, 'cause you know that I walk slow |
Walk to the bank and I’m counting them hunchos |
Catch him down bad, gon make that boy fumble |
You the type of nigga, you gonna tweet, you gon' mumble |
15 caught a body, I ain’t even run, though |
Homicide shit get you whacked for the low low |
Catching the pack like my last name Ocho |
Serving the drop out the bag of Dorito’s |
Beat up the pack like a motherfucking dojo |
I don’t fuck with these niggas, these niggas, they hobos |
I fuck with them migos, can’t come in my bio |
I put your main bitch number all in my bio |
Double back gang, better ride with a Bible |
Hoodrich nigga, we psycho |
These niggas remind me of something off American Idol |
They rapping and I gotta let 'em get the title (pop pop pop) |
But my nigga won’t fight you |
These diamonds cold like an ice cube |
With my boys in the hood, but my name ain’t Ice Cube |
Homicide shit, keep the 762's |
Ride with the big gun and Lil Dude |
I’ll chop them with sticks, they gon' eat them like food |
Goonrich, Hoodrich, nigga, rich like some Jews |
I swear I could wash off a dish with my jewels |
The tips on the hollows, I give them the blues |
Came out the trap on that bullshit, yeah |
Still trap the pack with a full clip, yeah |
Fourth of July, we don’t shoot in the air |
Back of my Gucci shoes look like a bear |
I got the Glock with the dick, no homo |
Pack touched down, call my plug Tony Romo |
Ice on the gold, it look like a Roman |
Yeah, I got rich used, to hang on the corner |
Still on the block with the Glock on the corner |
Junkies still knocking at three in the morning |
Glock with a 30, you know I’m gon' warn them |
Homicide shit, catch a body, I’m toting |
Huh? |
Oh, who that? |
Who that? |
Who that, Auntie? |
Huh |
Homicide, nigga |
We about to slide through this shit, huh? |
Homicide, Hoodrich homicide |
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
Draco diablo, got hundred rounds |
Chopper bullets, they be making them thunder sounds |
Keep some ammo, got me a lot of rounds |
Hit him with a combo, that’s a man down |
Luciano got the drake now |
Nigga don’t even want to fake now |
Ooh, I might eat a nigga’s plate now |
Take down, take down, take down, take down |
Hit that little bitch from the back, leave her face down |
Chop off his limb when I shoot out them K rounds |
We got them toys like we still on the playground |
Lame ass nigga got flipped with a fake pound |
Trapping so hard that I’m making the Feds watch |
Rich nigga trapping, I’m Jordan and they’re deadstock |
Cook up the dope, got the J’s in a headlock |
Percs and the lean, finna go see the med doctor |