Lil Bales - Man Down

When we catch him with his pants down
We gon leave him slumped
With his friends all yellin man down
Man down, run off you get ran down
We dont keep in touch
We show up and stick our hands out
When we catch him with his pants down
We gon leave him slumped
With his friends all yellin man down
Man down, run off you get ran down
If its up, its stuck
Better hope it doesnt jam now

Everything on me designer
So I always drip on the beat
Pull up to the studio shinin
They say I got rent on my feet
Dolce Gabbana my belt
Buscemi my boots and my backpack
I did it all by myself
The same ones who hated, they backtrack
I dont do business with Cash App
Thats cuz the flip cost a Trackhawk
I gave my ex wife a backhand
Just cuz she gave me some back talk
I used to trap on the asphalt
We give em shots so its mask off
We give em shots like its last call
Hop in the car and go back home
People around me dont want it
Cant do it, they aint got a backbone
We can break down all the product
Yeah, I know the way, get the pack gone
This is what happens when youngins get hungry
You lookin like food and im starvin
Sit in the back while im thumbin through hundreds
Then bring that hoe to my apartment
Hold up, wait, I got a condo
You can get lined like a conga
Ill pull up and bang on the drum like a bongo
My shoes are Maison Margiela
Ill show em the neighborhood jungle, no Congo
Keep losin my Cinderella
At midnight she turn to a junkie that wants dope
I know these pussies dont want smoke

When we catch him with his pants down
We gon leave him slumped
With his friends all yellin man down
Man down, run off you get ran down
We dont keep in touch
We show up and stick our hands out

Hold up, she bad as fuck
But she still get high like a ladder truck
And I dont mean ninety three gasoline
I mean that diesel that have you stuck
And I still dont even wrap it up
Thats cuz the pussy is straight drop
She dont got a price on her head, but
I squeeze on the pipe, she get face shots
I dont know how I got here, but im thankful
I used to save up my pennies for dinner at Wendys
Now I got a bankroll
I used to pull up to Cumbys, put five on the pump
And now I got a tankful
I used to pray for a plug, I got one
And then I broke the pack like an ankle
I go where you cant go
I do what you cant do
I buy what you cant buy
I started at sixteen
I still rode a six speed
I sold off the landline
She call cuz she miss me
She told me I give her a feeling she cant find
Police try to lipread
They workin together, the feds are on standby

When we catch him with his pants down
We gon leave him slumped
With his friends all yellin man down
Man down, run off you get ran down
We dont keep in touch
We show up and stick our hands out
When we catch him with his pants down
We gon leave him slumped
With his friends all yellin man down
Man down, run off you get ran down
We dont keep in touch
We show up and stick our hands out

Written by:
James McCormack

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