Testo Down Me - King Von feat. Lil Durk
Testo della canzone Down Me (King Von feat. Lil Durk), tratta dall'album Levon James
(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
(It's Budda Beats)
Niggas tryna down me who I grew up with
Bitches tryna down me, bitch, don't do that shit
Just don't play with me, 'cause they gon' kill no matter who you with
I be with all the killers in my city no matter who you get
Yeah, everybody points, no matter who you get
Please don't play with Durkio 'cause you will get your Tooka hit
Better hide your ho, just don't get caught inside that Uber shit
I'm too big to rap about my opps, that's just the mood I'm in
Last nigga play with Nuski name, I bet he won't do it again
It's not six to 24 no more, it's more like 36
I done took some L's, broke as hell, kissin' all the thots
I done turned up, got myself a check, richer than all the opps
First day out, I'm smokin' Tooka, I'm feelin' all the drops (all the drops)
Second day out, I got a Glock, I'm hittin' all them blocks (all them blocks, nigga)
Third day out, I'm tired of fuckin', I hit all the thots
Niggas callin', talkin' 'bout my brother, you into it with all of us
Boy, I don't give a fuck what you sayin', nigga, pull up
Heard he found out where the fuck we stay, he still ain't do nothin'
Big shottas got a Glock and a K, you niggas poo-puttin'
Fuck you got your gun license for? You ain't gon' shoot nothin'
All my niggas killers, when it's time, you won't know who comin'
Duke and Muwop shoot somethin', got two 50s, they one hundred (boom)
I been waitin' at this nigga crib since like two somethin'
Fuck it, first nigga out that door, he got a suit comin'
I'm a savage from the 'Raq (yeah)
Plus I dyed my dreads
Last nigga played about that shit, foenem fried his ass
Who you say you killed, nigga? Yeah, you lied again
I'ma get on your ass, but Von worser, that's the badder twin
Yeah, and if we miss, then we gon' slide again (slide again)
You die, the doctor bring you back to life, we kill your ass again
And he ain't got nobody else to call, we done killed all his friends
We spinned the bend, the nigga looked just like him, so we killed his twin, uh
Got me slidin' on the opps (got me slidin' on the opps)
I'ma shoot, if you ain't shootin', you get shot (you be dyin')
I got a cooler on the Ruger when it's hot
Lil' nigga dissin' me and now we shootin' up his block (boom-boom, boom-boom)
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Darrel Jackson
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