[Verse 1: Bukshot]
The mood is hype now, rappers catchin' flights out
People better pipe down, haters cut they lights out
Is my mic on? Let's handle business, Larry Bird shit, all swishes
I'm with the ruckus, lurkin' through the alleyways
Stolen buckets, duckin' from these suckers
Can't touch us, guess I'm in my Belly phase, motherfuckers eat Louisville Sluggers
Ridin' for my dogs like John Wick, ballin' on you hoes from the cockpit
Hit 'em in the mouth like Iron Mike, spit these bars, you might die tonight
Why you hackin' on me homie? I'm likе Billy the Kid
I'm like really thе shit, inside, pretty and weird
I'm like 50, you hear? You might find your ego broken, layin' stiff in a pit
Come on
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Man down, man down
Don't you run, better stand your ground
Raise up your flag and take your bag
Fill it up with cash, hurry up, let's smash
Man down, man down
9-1-1, tell 'em bad man down
Watch your back, they stab, talk and act like that
'Til they crack they gats with a black ski mask
Man down!
[Verse 2: Slaine]
Yeah!
There's thorns in the crown of the king
Blood shed from the war, we are drowned in the drink
Raised in the sun, I’m the wildest of things
And the love's been lost, the nostalgia, it stings
But let's take it back for old times, where a thousand pack of X pills was a goldmine
And the next thrill we chased was the kill, the taste
Of these mushroom caps with Zkittlez, it's grape
Cherry lime, lemon, fuck it, I can't feel my face
These very fine women always were the illest snakes
But I'm runnin' out of time rippin’ bills to break
Real estate for mills and bigger deals to make
Is it real or fake? Are you friend or foe?
You wanna test the kid? I recommend you don't
Still sick, the misfit with coca flows
Fists hit like a brick, take this broken nose and go home
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Man down, man down
Don't you run, better stand your ground
Raise up your flag and take your bag
Fill it up with cash, hurry up, let's smash
Man down, man down
9-1-1, tell 'em bad man down
Watch your back, they stab, talk and act like that
'Til they crack they gats with a black ski mask
Man down!
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
Got 'em yellin' "Man down" when I get up and speak
So zip the body bag and go and put some bricks by their feet
'Cause I'ma make 'em go to sleep with the fish out deep
And kill the witnesses so I don't draw additional heat
Since Slaine ain't doin' drugs, give 'em to me
I'm crushin' limitless pills that I sniff with a key
On a bunch of ketamine but I ain't missin' a beat
The Adderall keep me goin' 'til it's mission complete
A sick puppy, motherfucker, better call up a vet
I'm called a threat, collect when I'm callin' your bet
Sleepy Hollow, I'ma take your head off of your neck
And fuckin' laugh about it after like I'm Arthur Fleck
I'll fuckin' load the shotty with buckshot
In a Buc-ee's hoodie that I got from the truck stop
A big buck hunter with the pot and the bloodshot
Eyes on the prize, baby, this where the buck stops
Webby!
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Man down, man down
Don't you run, better stand your ground
Raise up your flag and take your bag
Fill it up with cash, hurry up, let's smash
Man down, man down
9-1-1, tell 'em bad man down
Watch your back, they stab, talk and act like that
'Til they crack they gats with a black ski mask
Man down!
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