[Intro: MVKO]
Man down, man down, man down, yuh
Man down, man down, man down, yuh
Man down, man down, man down, yuh
Ayy, ayy, yuh
[Verse 1: MVKO]
Man down
Choppa clean you up like sham-wow
Hellhounds
Hungry pits inside the dog pound
Twelve rounds
Stand inside the ring get knocked out
Big mouths
Talkin' all that shit you ain't bout
Smokin' on that loud, it shake the windows, call it sonic boom
Open up the pit, we get to swingin', watch us clear the room
Dr. Doom blinded from the sunlight walkin' out my tomb
Fuck you bitin' mothafuckas, leave you sweeped, don't need a broom
Lack of oxygen, I don't breathe, I don't need that
Thinkin' that you hard until we pull up, change yo' mindset
I'm steady smokin' pounds while you struggle for a dime bag
Hollow point sent through your head for free, don't need a price tag
[Bridge: MVKO]
If life's a game of chance, I'll press my luck, never gonna fold
Eyes rolled back, I saw my rest until the knife cuts through my bone
I'm a soul of Roanoke, meet my gaze and turn to stone
Ghost with a cutthroat, watch the blood run down your walls
[Chorus: MVKO]
No Russian I'm in the lobby wit' a pump bitch
All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits
No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal
Intervention, quick scope your fate is irreversible
No Russian I'm in the lobby wit' a pump bitch
All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits
No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal
Intervention, quick scope your fate is irreversible
[Verse 2: JMATTSON]
Breaking down some bud, bitch, we out the mud, count it up
Not too many motherfuckers that I'm down to trust, loud as fuck
When we walk in, you can smell us looking flyer than propellers
There ain't shit that you could tell us, little bitch
Run it up, run it up
Most these rappers dumb as fuck
Double-H M, you bitch, we 'bout this shit, we steady coming up
What the fuck, what the fuck
Excellent we nothing but
You gon' pass the blunt or what?
These haters, we gon' fuck em up, ho
All these motherfuckers on some weak shit
You got me fucked up if you think that I ain't peep it
How come all the sudden everyone a bunch of leeches?
Ran off with my style
I got more you can keep it bitch
You know what the fuck it is
Eight grams in the wood, you be smoking on them twigs
Never smoking on that mid, got gelato in the spliff
That's your girl? Tell me why the fuck she all up on my dick?
[Verse 3: WITCHOUSE 40K]
Fall back
Suck a dick, lil' pussy boy
You ain't got a .40, takin' selfies with a toy, ho
Nerf gun thug bro, I destroy his ego
I feast on yo' kinfolk like they were a meal
I just copped a deagle, my sight on yo' hero
I’m digging up graves and they calling me zero
I look like a rot, boy you act like a Beagle
Your life is so fake like you working at Regal
Ugh pullin' up hit with an Uzi, knockin' 'em out like I’m selling him roofies, ugh
I just got blood on my Ksubis
Red bottom walking I'm walkin' on rubies ugh
She saying use me, drape me in Louis, I ain't a noobie suckin' that dick
Takin' a groupie, making her bougee, now I got Lucy all on my dick
Turning your ass into ash like a pyro, hollowtips fire breathing call 'em spyro
Fuckin' a bitch in the back, ayy
Fuckin' a bitch for the bag, ayy
Hittin' a lick and I'm calling it quits, and I'm cutting a brick that I stash in the whip
Indica zip hit me up for the ick and I'm fuckin' yo' bitch with my dick in her ribs
Poppin' out, bitch, I walk it out while you on your couch
Smoke 'em out, bitch, I'm rolling pounds, only rolling loud
Bulletproof, but they fallin' down, feed 'em to the crowd
Hellhounds running through your town, no ain’t no bodies found