Man down - Intellectual

Now that nigga dead

Bitch you done fucked up

Shooting out the clip Ima gun him down

That bitch on my dick She gon bust it down

Sipping codeine with a pound

Up the gun and get you down

He gon die fucking around

Fake check going in and out

We pull up and hunt you down

Bullets hitting through his house

I just ran off wit a nigga shit

Like the fuck is you gonna do

If he try to run up on me

Ima put that strap on you

Like the fuck is you gonna do

You a bitch you know it to

Catch you lacking ima shoot

Rob his house take all the loot

Lottery bin number fullz

I done scammed a lot of fools

If I get your info ima use it

He a hoe he not gonna do shit

If he run up ima shoot it

Big ass gun why wouldn't I use it

Take his bread and left him clueless

If I put it on him he gonna shoot it

If I give her the card

She walk in and swiping

You hating on me bitch I don't give a fuck about that Up my Glock you better think twice fast

Trapping bitch bando got bricks inside

Hit a order package coming overnight

My piece finna process when I swipe

Money on my mind pull up I swipe

He pull up he die Punch the site I hit it twice My piece never decline

Bet your sauce and good as mine

Run down you can't save his life

Pockets green just like my site

Niggas hoes they ain't on shit

Bitch I'm rolling wit my stick

Sipping wok in this bitch

When I walk in this bitch

Your bitch on my dick

Drop his body watch him fall

Hit a scam over a call

Don't call back up we kill em all

Leave his brains all on the wall

He a pack he getting streched

Taking out whoever next

Man down man down

Who gon come clean up this mess

Headshot fired rounds

Up the score like call of duty

Man down

Pull up kill the whole town

Just hit a scam through PayPal

He can't get his money back

Up the Glock he running fast

Gun up send a nigga up

Murder kill bitch pull up spray on your block

Get your head knocked off

Pop out and kill everybody

Get rid of every body

We set a nigga up

Put the guns up

Pull up and we run up

That bitch want my number

Drop em when we pass by

Full clip I anit worried about shit

Four niggas with four masks Pull up where you stay like it's door dash

We outside you might get shot so don't run pass

Gun on me I'm tweaking

Leave you screaming

Never stop scamming my cc hit and your bitch wanna know how I did it Pull up anybody can get it

I had the clip I had to shoot it

Guns on me stay equipped

Your bitch hungry for dick

Rob that boy he a lick

He can't get back his shit

You want sauce You want smoke Let me know we can get active bitch

If you want smoke let me know I can get you a pack little bitch

If I see a opp ass nigga I would be a dumbass nigga to not go rob that nigga

If shit go down I bet you I'd be that nigga to pop that trigger 2 computers 2 pieces we gonna see who can punch up quicker