Finatic - Man Down

Gang, Aye Gang
Blttt, Aye Bow
Aye Aye Aye, Gang
Gang, Finatic Im SoSlimee
Gang Gang, Gang Gang
Gang, Gang Gang
Gang, Gang
I done seen some shit, that I'll never talk about
Niggas gon' get out of line, I'ma have to chalk em' out
These bird bitches chasin' after me, they tryna' hawk me down
Niggas wasn't fuckin' with me, they was tryna' count me out
But, I never gave a fuck, tryna' stack this paper up
Bullets cuttin' thru his scalp, I done fucked his taper up
She gon' put her ass in the air, and she gon' shake it up
Sex with her, nut all on her face, I'ma make it up
And these niggas be fake as fuck, love already fake enough
I be seein' fake shit everyday, so I don't give a fuck
Catch his ass lackin', body drop, you better pick him up
Slide thru his hood, with a chopper, we gon' split him up
Let a nigga try to play with my paper, I'ma rip him up
Man Down, hit em' up
Fuck a coat, zip em' up
Lay em' down, get him up
Pray to God, send em' up
Lil' bro actin' out of shape, this gun gon' have to bend him up
Man Down, hit em' up,
Fuck a coat, zip em' up
Lay em' down, get him up
Slide thru ya hood, like the DMs, we gon' hit you up
R.I.Ps, the size of cheeto puffs, I'ma chip you up
Bullets flyin', like mosquitoes, they done bit him up
Doin' all that workin' out, mmcht, I'll sit you up
Headshot, flash in ya face, I'll flick you up
Suck my dick, fuck ya deadmans, boy go pick him up
Gang, Bitch
Let a nigga try to play with my paper, I'ma rip him up
Man Down, hit em' up
Fuck a coat, zip em' up
Lay em' down, get him up
Pray to God, send em' up
Lil' bro actin' out of shape, this gun gon' have to bend him up
Man Down, hit em' up,
Fuck a coat, zip em' up
Lay em' down, get him up
Slide thru ya hood, like the DM's we gon' hit you up
R.I.Ps the size of cheeto puffs, I'ma chip you up
Bullets flyin', like mosquitoes, they done bit him up
Doin' all that workin' out, mmcht, I'll sit you up

Written by:
Abdullah Bey

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