Man Down (feat. Lil Peep & Lil Tracy)

MoneyPosse

Ooh, big-big head on the beat

Bands up, man down

Why my bro wear my back, cause the streets foul

Hands up, on the ground

Got the police knocking at your mama house (knock, knock)

Bands up, man down

Why my bro wear my back, cause the streets foul

Hands up, on the ground

Got the police knocking at your mama house (knock, knock)

Used to catch the bus to school, now I'm catching it from you lil boo

I just bought me some new shoes, Ed Hardy my jeans, this is not True

Shout out my bro KirbLaGoop,

we 'bout the beef, but we sipping that fruit

I mixed the coke with the xan, doing my dance on top of the moon

Hol' up, wait, why is these niggas so fake?

Back in the day they would hate

Now they trying to eat off of my plate

You is funny little bitch

Got a model on my dick

Wifing that ugly little bitchBands up, man down

Why my bro wear my back, cause the streets foul

Hands up, on the ground

Got the police knocking at your mama house

Knock knock, who's that?

Go through the back, better hide your pack

You ain't getting it back, adios

Team mat cause the track, who gone ride who?

Its all on, it's all on me

Ski mask professor, I ain't here to trick-or-treat

I got freaks to meet, hella hoes to geek

Make 'em run a scrip, write my grip, check the street

I don't trust a soul, nah

I don't trust a soul 'cause I know that they be telling

They gone snitch up in they folk

I ain't even post again here right now

I was supposed to be in penitentiary six feet underground

Ew, yuck, gross, sick