Down Lyrics

S.R.T the striker, bitch, I'm tryna win the race

If you not bout a fuckin' bag, then you can get up out my face

I'm early mornin', trappin', thuggin' with a special K

I show love to all my niggas, shoutout to my nigga Jay

I never fuck with niggas, switchin' shit turn it to automatic

Pistol clappin', run up on a gang and you gon' see what happen

Gift wrappin', he look like a mummy but he in plastic

In traffic, swervin' in a, I want static

How you claimin' you was gang, but you was linked up with the opps

I send you a hoe to get the low, and then we got the drop

Bend a corner, spin the block

Grab the Glock, I got it stock

If you want some fuckin' smoke then we can link up at the spot

Told my momma that I'm grindin', tryna get my head right

I'm pushin' P, I'm tryna get my bread tight

Boy, we deep up in that fit, I know you see them headlights

Not gon' stop until we see them stage lights