Man Down - The Great Outdoors, A3C

Never switch up on your niggas cuz that’s bad for your health

You would’ve thought I popped a Molly cuz I’m feeling myself

These rap niggas food, I clean the plate till they nothing left

Now I sweat these hoes (?) money, power and respect)

Yeah, show me what you got.

Girl I know you fuck with niggas

Them lames think you celibate, you just don’t fuck with sucka niggas (at all)

I’m doing good, hit the block like, «What's up with niggas?»

Them haters think I join the Klan cuz I don’t fuck with niggas

Give you everything you asking for

My squad never took a loss nigga, that’s for sure

My homies be with red flags, like a matador

No matter how much dick I give my bitch she ask for more

Yeah, brand new money got that old money odor

My plug got them babies, man they even come with strollers

I can feel Chief Keef, you know I hate being sober

Got them bitches checking for me like I’m on a wanted poster

Yeah, Andy (?) tell me, «get em».

and I got em, it’s a wrap

I swear an angel gets its wings every time I bust a cap

Quench my thirst with holy water, Lord I’m trying to get these raps

Y’all say things I don’t, please bless my soul

These hoes won’t hold me back

Man down

Disrespect my niggas, it’ll be man down

Make my shooters squeeze on triggers

Man down

We be blowing on that killa till it’s man down

Stacking cheddar, I’m the man now

Never shut your plug (?) cuz it’s bad for your health

Xanax got my heart and I don’t need nothing else

I pop a bar then crush a bar, it’s in the mix with that skunk

Hits that bitch in the mouth, just call me the big bad wolf

I’m (?) salvation, I’m breaking bread with the crooks

I’m eating mousses (?) and mussels, it’s just as good as it looks

Ain’t no skimping my scampi I play the game by the books

Slowly but surely mature and I teach my youngins to cook

Straight with the rock, my niggas murder for sport

It’s a (?), I’m guessing that’s the reward

I’ve got it bad for the mommies, I’ll fuck a bitch to the core

I’m obsessed with her legs, she got her pussy insured

Nothing new to them niggas, I’m in tune with them figures

I sip a pint of that potion and bust a tune that it give her

I’m making hoops with them killers, fuck a freak bitch raw

I’m immune to the liquor (lick her?), i’ve got a mouth full of draws (drawers ?)

Nigga, a police temper (?) I’ll stuff your face in the blender

Slap honey turkey on rye then drown your kids in the river nigga

Food for thought, you’s just as fucked as my liver nigga

It’s do or die, I’m in the sky with them syrup sippers