Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Man Down, artist - Jackboy. Date of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Man Down |
| Rag down, man down, opps get gunned down |
| Think I love the way how my fuckin' gun sound |
| Big drip, little whip, fuckin' on your bitch now |
| Fuck my ex bitch, tell her that she messed up |
| If my new bitch don’t fuck, she gettin' kicked out |
| I’m a millionaire and shit that get you switched out |
| I came once, send my youngins on a mission |
| NFL, I’m tryna set the whole Blitz up |
| I’m tryna set the whole Blitz up |
| Ya’ll niggas ready, they know when a nigga isn’t |
| Caught him lacking, he can finally get his rest now |
| Can’t catch me lacking, I be steppin' with the vest now |
| Don’t do no Yoga but all my opps be getting stretched out |
| Pulled up in the Hellcat, we gon' bless this man’s shot |
| Never sober, catch it all you gettin' smoked out |
| Pulled up with 2 vultures, we’ll be ready to rock out |
| Pulled up with 2 vultures when we ridin' we on demon time |
| Slap a nigga with a pistol tryna see if he can eat the .9 |
| Raise your head and kill 'em, if you don’t then he doing time |
| Tryna see my circle better, rather see you on the headline |
| Kel-Tec can get you wet, told my killer I’m a pedophile |
| You can ask my hood about me, I swear there’s nothing wrong |
| Leave 'em runnin' upon me, ask 'em what happened the last time |
| Man down, man down |
| I’ma knock yo' man down |
| Man down, man down |
| Leave his face on the ground |
| Rag down, man down, opps get gunned down |
| Think I love the way how my fuckin' gun sound |
| Big drip, little whip, fuckin' on your bitch now |
| Fuck my ex bitch, tell her that she messed up |
| If my new bitch don’t fuck, she gettin' kicked out (Gettin' kicked out) |
| I’m a millionaire and shit that get you switched out (Yuh) |
| I came once, send my youngins on a mission (Yeah, aye) |
| NFL, I’m tryna set the whole Blitz up (Hold up) |
| Hood fam', blicks bare, walk bricks, that’s our blood rag |
| Fuck 12, opps still gunned down by gun violence |
| The LV on my Louis Vuittons stands for «Love Violence» |
| This ain’t light bitches, real life don’t cross the gun line |
| This one time at band camp yo' bitch sucked my nuts dry |
| And I ain’t never got no knife, for no reason I’m a boss man |
| Give a fuck about no nigga that you be with or you hang around |
| Say my name, I pull up with gang, tell your neighbours off |
| Run that thought, headshot yo' bitch ass for playin' boss |
| She said she don’t got shit to do with you, keep my name out yo' mouth |
| The FN he ain’t like that, 10 milli tend to wear me down |
| My young niggas bring sticks to wherever they see me growin' |
| Huh, you niggas do not know how to shoot, where yo' coach at? |
| Hollow tip through his hairline, fuck it up, it won’t grow back |
| No cap, bro strap will animate yo' MoCap |
| Can’t get caught with another firearm, going straight to prison |
| Mmh, in the fields all cook ups with the super vision |
| Still got 'em with me every day, I ain’t never listen |
| Say that chop the only reason that I’m here living |
| Yeah, shootin' first main reason why a nigga breathing |
| Retaliation, rebellion, we gotta get even |
| Hit the plug, get some top in the drop then hop in a demon |
| Do or don’t, all over my opp block and leave you on bleeding |