Songtext Man down Nle Choppa

Man down

(?d.a. got that dope)
NLE the Top Shotta
Brr, brr
Ayy, ayy

I wanna relax and chill, but I'm like, "Where do I go?"
The shit I imagined done unfolded, my dreams came true
Who would've knew?
Youngest nigga in the clique with the juice
A couple troops, they come in twos, .223s at your crew
We give a fuck 'bout what he said, I just care 'bout where he at
Put the Glock right to his neck, we gon' take a nigga breath
Don't you stare wrong at my bro, off the 30s, I call it heroin
Keep your head on, they say I'm dead wrong, I live like teflon
Scared of who? Scared of you? You bleed just like I do (You bleed just like I do)
Couple sticks up in this coupe, it ain't no cockin', we shoot it (Ain't no cockin', we shoot it)
Meditated like a Buddhist, I done knocked some Medusas (I done knocked some Medusas)
I ain't gotta walk in the gym, but they know I'm the shooter (Bitch, you know I'm the shooter)
Fell in love, fell outta love, but fuck it, I'm paid (Come on)
Would she suck me the same if I had minimum wage? (Come on)
Do you look at me as opportunity or a phase? (A phase)
How the fuck you say you love me, but I'm stuck in my ways?
She suckin' dick, she fuckin' dick just for the clout and the fame
My brother knocked a nigga head off, he asked for a chain
It's part of the game, revenge always heal the pain
Speak on my name, the last nigga did, he can't type the same
Patrollin' and rollin', I sent the pack off Motorola
I'm dopin', I'm dozin', I'm sleepin' on Versace sofas
He bogus, don't know him, we poppin' at him like a soda
Play with your life like it's poker, we give him joker, then we dose him
I raise my vibration, I'm elevated, I got patience
I changed my cadence, I paid it, they say I sound like I'm Jamaican
I know they hate it, they see I made it, I put it in they faces
Segregated from all the hatred, I'm protecting the space

Take a ride with me, won't worry no more (Won't worry no more)
'Cause we gon' make it to the top (We gon' make it to the top)
Pull a straight-eight off the lot (Straight-eight off the lot)
We gon' execute the plot (Execute the plot)
Get the juice and all the guap
(Get the juice and all the guap, put your faith up on that mission)
Shots fired, man down, woah-woah, woah
(We gon' leave him swimmin' with the fishes, put him in the ditches)
Ayy, a hundred rounds, a hundred clowns, we gun 'em down, woah
(Gun 'em down), ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Thug to the bone when I'm clutchin' my chrome, you already know what I'm on
I go do a song, I get in my zone, now she wanna suck on my bone
I'm high as the fuck, I feel like a cone, I just hope I make it home
I thought I missed the shot, I hit him right on the dot, I made him stop, ayy
How many shots, et cetera, cetera, 'til my gun had to stop? Ayy
This is no Beretta-'retteta, this is a glizzy Glock, ayy
Scared of who'Scared, scared of whatà? Bitch, you ain't scarin' nothin'
One pop, he pop, we pop, we crash
Get back to the car, you know we gon' flash
You heard what I said, better go do the dash
Better not crash, don't drive too fast
Swerve in the Scat', then I'm on your ass
Drive on a ten-speed, put on your mask
Hop out the car, I'ma dump the whole mag, we gon' blast

Take a ride with me, won't worry no more (Won't worry no more)
'Cause we gon' make it to the top (We gon' make it to the top)
Pull a straight-eight off the lot (Pull a straight-eight off the lot)
We gon' execute the plot (We gon' execute the plot)
Get the juice and all the guap (Get the juice and all the guap, nigga, go back up on that mission)
Shots fired, man down, woah-woah, woah
(Pick him up, pick your dawg up, nigga)
Ayy, a hundred rounds, a hundred clowns, we gun 'em down, woah