YBN Nahmir - Man Down (Feat. Chris Brown)

Everything foreign, nigga

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 nigga DIE
If anybody scared, fuck from 'round me
If you ain't with the bid'ness, get the fuck from 'round me

Verse 1: YBN Nahmir
Slide down on my niggas on tip raah
30 shots they gon' go through your whip hits
I'm the man, smokin' nigga like a zip
Then turn around and I fuck on his bitch 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 fuck 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', Fuck the feds
I rather keep that blower 'fore my mama see me dead
If a nigga run up on me, I'ma fill 'em up with lead raah
223's hit his body, pop a nigga like some mints
If I ever hit a lick then you know I'm breakin' bread I'm breakin' bread
Niggas 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 nigga DIE woah, ooh
If anybody scared, get the fuck from 'round me bang, bang
If you ain't with the bid'ness, get the fuck 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 niggas reckless, you get the message
None of y'all ain't gon' shoot pow
Niggas lame, tryna complain
Bitches still snitchin' if you tell the truth oh woah-oh-oh
You ain't 'bout shit, now leave shit, now leave
And now I got a dick on me dirty clip
I made this bitch 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 kill all the rumors
Mash up the pussy, gah run, run to her
Whine up for me, you gotta come sooner
Nigga 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 nigga DIE woah, ooh
If anybody scared, get the fuck from 'round me
If you ain't with the bid'ness, get the fuck from 'round me