YBN Nahmir feat. Chris Brown – Man Down (Audio)

Lyrics for “Man Down” performed by YBN Nahmir feat. Chris Brown

All I hear is gunshots
Up and down my block
It don’t never stop
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**ga D.I.E
If anybody scared, f**k from ’round me
If you ain’t with the bid’ness
Get the f**k from ’round me

Slide down on my n**gas on tip
30 shots they gon’ go through your whip
I’m the man, smokin’ n**ga like a zip
Then turn around and I f**k on his b**ch

I gotta keep movin’, keep one in the Ruger
Bullets hot, they gon’ hit your medula
I’m chasin’ the sack, gotta get to the safe
By any means, gotta get that moolah

It’s gun shots erywhere so, boy, you better hide
If Breezy say it’s f**k you, so you know I’m finna 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

Say the people took my brother
So I’m screamin’, f**k the feds
I rather keep that blower
Before my mama see me dead
If a n**ga run up on me
I’ma fill ’em up with lead
223’s hit his body
Pop a n**ga like some mints

If I ever hit a lick
Then you know I’m breakin’ bread
N**gas snitchin’ to the cops
They be talkin’ to the feds

All I hear is gunshots
Up and down my block
It don’t never stop
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**ga D.I.E versuri.online
If anybody scared, get the f**k from ’round me
If you ain’t with the bid’ness
Get the f**k from ’round me

You better find that exit
Stop that flexin’
Before I send you to the Reverend
All my n**gas reckless, you get the message

None of y’all ain’t gon’ shoot
N**gas lame, tryna complain
B**ches still snitchin’ if you tell the truth
You ain’t ’bout s**t, now leave
And now I got a d**k on me
I made this b**ch feel my piece
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 p**sy, gah run, run to her
Whine up for me, you gotta come sooner
N**ga headless, knock out the tumor
Give ’em good d**k now all I hear is

All I hear is gunshots
Up and down my block
It don’t never stop
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**ga D.I.E
If anybody scared, get the f**k from ’round me
If you ain’t with the bid’ness
Get the f**k from ’round me…

➤ Produced by Wallis Lane & Foreign Teck
Album “YBN: The Mixtape”
YBN Nahmir & Chris Brown 2018

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