DOWN DOWN DOWN

Chorus (2nd):

I’m a god in this mother fucking state (No way!)
You a fraud if you talking down to me
Pull up with an opp, you cannot resuscitate
Bitch, I got a squad, and we packing more than tape
Chase him round round round round round
We gon’ hunt him down down down down down
His girl getting loud loud loud loud loud
Won’t let her love me down down down down down

Verse 1 (2nd):

Got a JF, joyfriend goals, they wearing lip gloss
I don’t fuck with your amigos, we keep lips locked
Loose lips sink ships, hitting licks does not
Rainbow gems for the rainbow man on my wristwatch
GF big on TikTok, promoting if shit knocks
You hold up your big opps, kind of a mistake
You get ionized, cuz I’m victorious when shit faced
Switchblade in your ribcage, get shit straight
I’m a fucking super soldier, powered by my talent
I know me just being in the room makе a fucking imbalance
You’re drowning inside your chalicе, I’m thriving swimming with sharks
Sorry, homie, you don’t have the heart
You just don’t have the art

Chorus (2nd):

I’m a god in this mother fucking state (No way!)
You a fraud if you talking down to me
Pull up with an opp, you cannot resuscitate
Bitch, I got a squad, and we packing more than tape
Chase him round round round round round
We gon’ hunt him down down down down down
His girl getting loud loud loud loud loud
Won’t let her love me down down down down down

Verse 2 (heartstopmiami):

She gon fuck me for my fashion
I don’t know shit bout no fashion
Let the 9 slip, what’s happening?
Said you ain't fed, then why you askin?
Hol up
Roll up, yea
I can’t do this shit without a smoker, uh
I’m so sorry, Mama, I’m a smoker, uh
I love that packy, love that exotic
Uh, what’s that smell? Chronic
I know it smell like shit (Yea)
But I fucking love it (Yea)
And why he talk on this? (Yea)
Oh no, he do not want it (Yea)
These bullets blow your dome off
That chopper fast like Sonic
I just got him, blew like Sonic
All this shit boy, you can’t top it

Chorus (2nd):

I’m a god in this mother fucking state (No way!)
You a fraud if you talking down to me
Pull up with an opp, you cannot resuscitate
Bitch, I got a squad, and we packing more than tape
Chase him round round round round round
We gon’ hunt him down down down down down
His girl getting loud loud loud loud loud
Won’t let her love me down down down down down

Verse 3 (2nd):

You smell death, we packing sickles
My squad got the sickest sigils
Old school loves cuz I’m a bitchin minstrel
Travel through time, I ain’t got no wrinkles
Believe it, sonny, fuck with me, you won’t be breathing, sonny
Packing ice, but she anemic, sonny
I don’t need no Barbie, every squad that I ain’t leading funny
Stick to me like she a bee to honey
Line that bitch in chalk, you’re an art project
Dior what I got on, I got sick prospects
It’s obvious, flier then the comets
English teachers worried bout the wrong commas, I’m lit
Cracking eggs like an omelet, homophobes offset
Askin if my dick’s like a missle, more like a rocket
Always hit the target, stamping out the snakes
If you fuck with me, your career gon die today