[Verse 1: MVKO]
(man down man down man down, yuh
Man down man down man down yuh
Man down man down man down yuh
Aye aye yuh)

Man down
Choppa clean you up like sham-wow
Hellhounds
Hungry pits inside the dog pound
12 rounds
Stand inside the ring get knocked out
Big mouths
Talkin all that shit you ain't bout

Smokin on that loud it shake the windows call it sonic boom
Open up the pit we get to swingin watch us clear the room
Dr doom blinded from the sunlight walkin out my tomb
Fuck you bitin motha fuckas leave you sweeped don't need a broom

Lack of oxygen I don't breathe I don't need that
Thinkin that you hard until we pull up change yo mindset
Im steady smokin pounds while you struggle for a dime bag
Hollow point sent through your head for free don't need a price tag

If lifes a game of chance I'll press my luck never gonna fold
Eyes rolled back I saw my rest until the knife cuts through my bone
I'm a soul of Roanoke meet my gaze and turn to stone
Ghost with a cutthroat watch the blood run down your walls

No Russian I'm in the lobby wit a pump bitch
All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits
No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal
Intervention quick scope your fate is irreversible (2x)

[Verse 2: JMATTSON]
Breaking down some bud bitch we out the mud count it up
Not too many motherfuckers that I’m down to trust loud as fuck
When we walk in you can smell us looking flyer than propellers
There ain’t shit that you could tell us little bitch
Run it up run it up
Most these rappers dumb as fuck
Double h m you bitch we bout this shit we steady coming up
What the fuck what the fuck
Excellent we nothing but
You gone pass the blunt or what
These Haters we gon fuck em up hoe
All these motherfuckers on some weak shit
You got me fucked up if you think that I ain’t peep it
How come all the sudden everyone a bunch of leaches
Ran off with my style
I got more you can keep it bitch
You know what the fuck it is
8 grams in the wood you be smoking on them twigs
Never smoking on that mid got gelato in the spliff
That’s your girl tell me why the fuck she all up on my dick

[Verse 3: WITCHOUSE 40K]
Fall back
Suck a dick, lil pussy boy
You ain’t got a .40, takin selfies with a toy, hoe
Nerf gun thug bro, I destroy his ego
I feast on yo kinfolk like they were a meal
I just copped a deagle, my sight on yo hero
I’m digging up graves and they calling me zero
I look like a rot, boy you act like a beagle
Your life is so fake like you working at regal
Ugh Pullin up hit with an uzi, knockin em out like I’m selling him roofies ugh
I just got blood on my soobies
Red bottom walking I’m walkin on rubies ugh
She saying use me, drape me in Louis, I ain’t a noobie suckin that dick
Takin a groupie, making her boujee, now I got Lucy all on my dick
Turning your ass into ash like a pyro, hollowtips fire breathing call em spyro
Fuckin a bitch in the back, aye
Fuckin a bitch for the bag, aye
Hittin a lick and I’m calling it quites, and I’m cutting a brick that I stash in the whip
Indica zip hit me up for the ick and I’m fuckin yo bitch with my dick in her ribs
Poppin out, bitch I walk it out while you on your couch
Smoke em out, bitch I’m rolling pounds, only rolling loud
Bulletproof, but they fallin down, feed em to the crowd
Hellhounds running through your town, no ain’t no bodies found