letra de down - fjb@sb
[verse 1: fetti]
f-ck friends cus they be with that fake sh-t
people always tellin’ me that i will never make it
but b-tch im up next, in a couple ima flex with a mothaf-ckin check
with my brothas’ tryna get to the dough
on my momma that’s the main goal
rather hold a band than cuffin’ up a lame hoe
talkin’ sh-t up in the internet, but i ain’t really into that
y’all claim y’all about it cus y’all flexin’ a stick
but most of you are h-lla scared to let that sh-t rip
they ain’t really with that bustin’
you foos’s mad cus their b-tch is what im f-ckin’
yo b-tch talk to me like she uncle sam
she tell me she want me but sorry b-tch cus im rollin’ up some grams
[verse 2: bombay]
living care free, do dirt carefully, clean up ya act little homie
the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
i chopped that sh-t down cus the giving tree never gave sh-t to me
so i had to keep it g, so i had to do it all individually
f-ck you’re hand out i’ll break your fingers till you look like you’re trying to put it down
b-tch -ss a joke f-ckin’ poke a dot clown
should’ve stayed in school you never gonna be a baller, can’t get that rebound
they said i’d never be bound to nothin’
watch me get paid and then they’ll say you want to kick it smoke a blunt or somethin’
these heads be frontin’ like i was in the backseat
everybody wants to talk about how they got heat
knowin’ d-mn well you’re not even livin’ half deep
sayin’ you makin big moves but still movin’ the same pace as the sheep
i kept grindin’ when mothaf-ckas’ gave up in half a week
i can keep my head above my shoulders now, back then i was weak
you’re a rat no wonder you’re mad i’m makin’ moves to gettin the cheese
she only likes you cus your dirty money i told that dirty b-tch, b-tch please
[verse 3: jiggy]
i think you stand under me if you don’t understand me
i ain’t g-y but i love all these dead presidents
no f-cking around cus i’m on that paper route
talking mad sh-t to me but what is you about
so many people said i changed, but i just gained money while im working on myself
yea me and my homies coming up
i gotta get cream and make it with my team
but i gotta watch my back and stay alert
f-ck all these fakes ima leave’ them in the dirt
watch them foos’ get merked
i ain’t playing ball but i shoot like curry
your b-tch suck me up like a mcflurry, i pour in the cup and make it dirty
i got ice on my wrist and a hot -ss b-tch smoking on the oz, no bunk sh-t
coming up homies switching lanes but ima’ make it rich
and if you hate suck my d-ck b-tch
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