Ybn Nahmir - Man Down lyrics

Intro] Everything Foreign n***a [Chorus: Chris Brown] All I hear is gunshots (bang, bang) Up and down my block (yeah, ow!) It don't never stop (ow!) Either you in or out I see the paramedics, news cameras, police choppers Man down, but they don't know who shot 'em It's lookin' like The Walking Dead, zombies Everyday a n***a D.I.E If anybody scared, f** from 'round me If you ain't with the bid'ness, get the f** from 'round me [Verse 1: YBN Nahmir] Slide down on my n***as on tip (raah!) 30 shots they gon' go through your whip (hits) I'm the man, smokin' n***a like a zip Then turn around and I f** on his b**h (bop, bop, bop, bop) I gotta keep movin', keep one in the Ruger (ayy) Bullets hot, they gon' hit your medula (yeah) I'm chasin' the sack, gotta get to the safe By any means, gotta get that moolah (bop, bop, bop, bop) It's gun shots erywhere so, boy, you better hide (you finna hide) If Breezy say it's f** you, so you know I'm finna slide (watch me slide) Watch me do that walk up, you seen that pole, now he surprise Hollow tips gon' hit 'em then I'm hoppin' in that ride (bop, bop, bop, bop) Say the people took my brother, so I'm screamin', “f** the feds” I rather keep that blower ‘fore my mama see me dead If a n***a run up on me, I'ma fill 'em up with lead (raah!) .223's hit his body, pop a n***a like some mints If I ever hit a lick then you know I'm breakin' bread (I'm breakin' bread) n***as snitchin' to the cops, they be talkin' to the feds [Chorus: Chris Brown] All I hear is gunshots (bang, bang) Up and down my block (yeah, ow!) It don't never stop (ow!) Either you in or out (I see) I see the paramedics, news cameras, police choppers Man down, but they don't know who shot 'em It's lookin' like The Walking Dead, zombies (bang, bang) Everyday a n***a D.I.E (woah, ooh) If anybody scared, get the f** from 'round me (bang, bang) If you ain't with the bid'ness, get the f** from 'round me [Verse 2: Chris Brown] You better find that exit (exit) Stop that flexin' (stop) Before I send you to the Reverend All my n***as reckless, you get the message None of y'all ain't gon' shoot (pow) n***as lame, tryna complain b**hes still snitchin' if you tell the truth (oh woah-oh-oh) You ain't 'bout sh**, now leave (sh**, now leave) And now I got a dick on me (dirty clip) I made this b**h feel my piece (yeah, yeah) And she ain't never felt one of these Yeha, tell her bend over Then I shot man down, it's over Then a man hit coke just like soda Man tellin' lie, lemme k** all the rumors Mash up the p**y, gah run, run to her Whine up for me, you gotta come sooner n***a headless, knock out the tumor Give 'em good dick now all I hear is [Chorus: Chris Brown] All I hear is gunshots (bang, bang) Up and down my block (yeah, ow!) It don't never stop (ow!) Either you in or out (I see) I see the paramedics, news cameras, police choppers Man down, but they don't know who shot 'em It's lookin' like The Walking Dead, zombies (bang, bang) Everyday a n***a D.I.E (woah, ooh) If anybody scared, get the f** from 'round me If you ain't with the bid'ness, get the f** from 'round me