Man Down (Do Re Mi)

[Intro]

Cannon

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

[Refrain: Juice WRLD]

Don't come around here, only real niggas allowed

We keep one in the head, talkin’ that shit then we gon' gun you down

I got a gun with a leg, nah, just a long ass clip

I need some super head, yeah, from a bad-ass bitch

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD & G Herbo]

And I pop out with two thousand on my hip

Hermes buckle and a six hundred dollar Glick

And I used to be starvin' on the strip

Now I get twenty cash, that’s one deposit go to Phipps

Remember I used to rock Robin's everywhere

Now it's Mike Amiri, I got a closet full of pairs

Used to live in the hood, I thought it was monsters under the stairs

Now all the backyards got swimming pools like Wisconsin Dells

And my mama crib big as fuck like the mausoleum

He disrespect my name, fuck it

I guess I'm gon' have to beat him

Her pussy smell like water, fuck it

I guess I'm gon' have to eat it

Lately I've been gettin’ buckets

I guess that’s the Kobe in me

Lately I've been Uncle Ruckus

I don’t really fuck with niggas

Uh, stars in the roof, you can look in my car

Put the hoes in the back, had to pimp my ride

Fours to the face, I lean and drive

Why you over here if you ain't from this side?

Making money by my lonely

That's my one and only

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

Don't make me get the strap out-out-out

Do-re-mi my gun gon’ sing like

Don't make me pull the strap out

I'ma leave you dead, man down

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD & G Herbo]

'Fore I hopped up on the plane I was smellin' like a pound

I'm still prolly the richest motherfucker in here hands down

Yo' bitch kept on tryna give me brain, I couldn't even get my pants down

Got a whole bunch of pills, pass 'em out, next day she was talkin' 'bout mans down

Remember lil' bro used to blow the trans out, my car from France now

Two-three hundred my jewelry box, I blow your Vans now

Used to hit a lick for profit, put my friends down

Forced to sleep I was fightin' demons, had to put the Xans down

I done came up, these niggas mad now

Now every show I do, nigga, I sell out

But I'ma always remain the same, nah, I can't sell out

My brodies'll do a hit for me, they'll drop your ass and bailout

And if they get locked up, yeah, I'm gon' make sure that they bail out (Uh)

I'ma hold my bros down, that just how it go down

Bankroll, bankroll, money don't fold

Uh, it keep growin', it keep growin'

Balenci', bitch I got plenty

Gone off the Perky mixed with the Henny (Uh)

I don't really drink no Rémy, but I'm so high that I'm out your vicinity

You catch a shot to the head like you Kennedy

Clinton, Duff money, Hillary

Ain't enough money, you kiddin' me

I really think all this money is killin' me

[Refrain: Juice WRLD]

Come around here, only real niggas allowed

We keep one in the head, talkin' that shit then we gon' gun you down

I got a gun with a leg, nah, just a long ass clip

I need some super head, yeah, from a bad-ass bitch

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

Don't make me get the strap out-out-out

Do-re-mi my gun gon' sing like

Don't make me pull the strap out

I'ma leave you dead, man down