[Intro]

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Chorus: Jackboy]

Man down, man down, opps get gunned down

Think I love the way how my fuckin' gun sound

Big drip, new whip, fuckin' on your bitch now

Fuck my ex-bitch, tell her that she missed out

If my new bitch don't fuck, she get kicked out

I'm a millionaire, ain't shit to get you switched out

I came up, send my youngins on the licks now

NFL, I'm tryna send a whole blitz out

[Verse 1: Jackboy]

I'm tryna send a whole blitz out

Young niggas ready, they love when a nigga get X'd out

Caught him lackin', he can finally get his rest now

Can't catch me lackin', I be steppin' with a vest now

Don't do no yoga, but all my opps be gettin' stretched out

Pulled up in the Hellcat, we gon' bless and smash out

Never sober, catch an opp, he gettin' smoked out

Pulled up with two vultures who be ready to rock out

Pulled up with two vultures, when we ridin', we on demon time

Slap a nigga with the pistol, tryna see if he can eat the 9

Might just have to kill him, if you don't, he'll have you doing time

See my circle bad, I'd rather see you on a headline

10K get you whacked, told my killer I'ma pay the fine

You can ask my hood about me, I swear these are not just rhymes

Nigga run up on me, ask him what happened the last time

Man down, man down, I'll knock your man down

Man down, man down, leave his face on the ground

[Chorus: Jackboy & Sada Baby]

Man down, man down, opps get gunned down

Think I love the way how my fuckin' gun sound

Big drip, new whip, fuckin' on your bitch now

Fuck my ex-bitch, tell her that she missed out

If my new bitch don't fuck, she get kicked out (Get kicked out)

I'm a millionaire, ain't shit to get you switched out (Nah)

I came up, send my youngins on the licks now (Ayy)

NFL, I'm tryna send a whole blitz out (Hold up)

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]

Hood fire, blicks fire, Wock' bricks, that's how blood ridin'

Fuck 12, opps still gotta die by gun violence

The LV on my Louis Vuittons stands for "love violence"

This ain't light, bitch, it's real life, don't cross the gun line

This one time at band camp, your bitch sucked my nuts dry

Never got no 9 for no reason, I'ma bust mine

Give a fuck about no nigga that you be with or you hang around

Say my name, I pull up with gang, take your neighbors out

Right after I headshot your bitch ass for playin' 'bout

Shit that don't got shit to do with you, keep my name out your mouth

The FN like the ten milli', tend to weigh me down

My young niggas bring sticks wherever they see big bro at, huh

You niggas do not know how to shoot, where your coach at?

Hollow tip through his hairline, fuck it up, it won't grow back

No cap, bro strap'll animate ya, mo-cap

I get caught with another firearm, goin' straight to prison

Huh, in the feds off cook-ups with the supervision

Still got 'em with me every day, I ain't never listen

Say that chop the only reason that I'm here livin'

Yeah, shootin' first main reason why a nigga breathin'

Retaliation, rebellion, we gotta get even

I get some top in the drop, then hop in the Demon

Do a donut on my opp block and leave one bleeding