"Downers" lyrics
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Shoutout OGM
OTF in this motherfucker, you know how the fuck we rockin', man
Gang shit, no lame shit, man
(Yes, Jayco)
Uh, uh, mm
Niggas losers, uh
They wanna see me broke, but I'll make a thirty so quick
I don't think it'll happen
Flip a thirty into a seventy
Land in Miami and pick up backend
That BBL shit cool, but I like my hoes with no plastic
I flew her out from Philly
Sent her back home with my accent
Police come, we don't tense up
Bro stomp the gas, you know we scared of them
224, don't tote no ProMag
Bronem got 10 mil' with button
I got great aim, why you runnin'?
I could drive while I'm still dumpin'
I'm 'Raq bound, opps ain't on nothin'
I'm outside, bro, duck your pumpkin
Can't believe fam want a handout
I was fucked up, ain't get nothin'
Porsche truck, the new one, we swervin'
SRT too hot, it's put up
Chuckyy the rapper, the man
I fucked that ho with my foot up
Lookin' for you tough-ass rappers
Oops, my bad, you niggas put up
7.62 Micro Dracy, ooh, I love 'em, yes, I do
Only eighteen, I'm the GOAT, niggas wanna feel like you
I guess you don't row her boat
I had her wet like a canoe
Why you talkin' to these hoes?
It's gon' get back to me, fool
Man, I rap better than you
Man, I get fresher than you
Eighteen in a two-door coupe
The other seat probably your boo
Yes, my feet part of me too
3K vest, it's LV too
All my brakes is LV too
Tweak and catch a shell or two
All my niggas spin the bity
Day and night, don't get no sleep
I sent that bitch while you sleep
Come outside and get deceased
Button on the back of the Glock like seasoning
Yes, I need that on my wings
Everything come two a pair
No more LV, I want Celine
Have you ever got in a bang-out?
No, I haven't, I dump shit down
I got more shots, spin around
I don't link with hoes in Chiraq
I will not die Chiraq style
Robbin' me, I would not try not
Another human got gunned down
4:29 in the mornin'
Just landed in the A, in the studio in my mode
Tweak with The Tweaker, you bold
Niggas cap, they gettin' exposed
Beverly Hills in an all-white Rolls
My favorite rapper said I'm a GOAT
Chuckyy ain't even been rappin' a year
Numbers don't lie, the kid doin' it
Spin my block, lil' nigga, you foolish
Can't respond, this ain't no movie
I'm a hood nigga with a check
Land in the 'Raq, I'm eatin' White Castle
Doggin' the Hellcat, ridin' down Stony
Trooper right there tryna flag us
They ain't even gon' get behind us
They tryna look cool for them people
When I bounce out, Nike Tech
Clap, nigga, for sure gettin' wet up
I want headshots, hold your vest up
Real-deal bath, his lil' ass drownin'
I don't tolerate no disrespect
Don't even look at me while you frownin'
Two twin Glocks, I like the brown one
Bath or die, you niggas downers
Shoutout OGM
OTF in this motherfucker, you know how the fuck we rockin', man
Gang shit, no lame shit, man
(Yes, Jayco)
Uh, uh, mm
Niggas losers, uh
They wanna see me broke, but I'll make a thirty so quick
I don't think it'll happen
Flip a thirty into a seventy
Land in Miami and pick up backend
That BBL shit cool, but I like my hoes with no plastic
I flew her out from Philly
Sent her back home with my accent
Police come, we don't tense up
Bro stomp the gas, you know we scared of them
224, don't tote no ProMag
Bronem got 10 mil' with button
I got great aim, why you runnin'?
I could drive while I'm still dumpin'
I'm 'Raq bound, opps ain't on nothin'
I'm outside, bro, duck your pumpkin
Can't believe fam want a handout
I was fucked up, ain't get nothin'
Porsche truck, the new one, we swervin'
SRT too hot, it's put up
Chuckyy the rapper, the man
I fucked that ho with my foot up
Lookin' for you tough-ass rappers
Oops, my bad, you niggas put up
7.62 Micro Dracy, ooh, I love 'em, yes, I do
Only eighteen, I'm the GOAT, niggas wanna feel like you
I guess you don't row her boat
I had her wet like a canoe
Why you talkin' to these hoes?
It's gon' get back to me, fool
Man, I rap better than you
Man, I get fresher than you
Eighteen in a two-door coupe
The other seat probably your boo
Yes, my feet part of me too
3K vest, it's LV too
All my brakes is LV too
Tweak and catch a shell or two
All my niggas spin the bity
Day and night, don't get no sleep
I sent that bitch while you sleep
Come outside and get deceased
Button on the back of the Glock like seasoning
Yes, I need that on my wings
Everything come two a pair
No more LV, I want Celine
Have you ever got in a bang-out?
No, I haven't, I dump shit down
I got more shots, spin around
I don't link with hoes in Chiraq
I will not die Chiraq style
Robbin' me, I would not try not
Another human got gunned down
4:29 in the mornin'
Just landed in the A, in the studio in my mode
Tweak with The Tweaker, you bold
Niggas cap, they gettin' exposed
Beverly Hills in an all-white Rolls
My favorite rapper said I'm a GOAT
Chuckyy ain't even been rappin' a year
Numbers don't lie, the kid doin' it
Spin my block, lil' nigga, you foolish
Can't respond, this ain't no movie
I'm a hood nigga with a check
Land in the 'Raq, I'm eatin' White Castle
Doggin' the Hellcat, ridin' down Stony
Trooper right there tryna flag us
They ain't even gon' get behind us
They tryna look cool for them people
When I bounce out, Nike Tech
Clap, nigga, for sure gettin' wet up
I want headshots, hold your vest up
Real-deal bath, his lil' ass drownin'
I don't tolerate no disrespect
Don't even look at me while you frownin'
Two twin Glocks, I like the brown one
Bath or die, you niggas downers
