SUNDOWN Lyrics

Sun is down, moon is up

Girls around, fill up they cups

Turn up the sound, don't give a fuck

No way you can kill this vibe

When I'm around, your time is up

My squad is down, to shoot you up

A hundred rounds, all in your truck

You're gonna die tonight

Yea you're gonna die too

I'm talking to everybody in your crew

Do some magic, beat em all black and blue

Ninety three Orlando ballin like thirty two

Better yet I'm ballin like my nigga Mo

Bamba

Mentality

Mamba

Samba

I'll dance on your grave

Donda

I'm in the studio with Ye

Knock knock on the door

If it's the cops

Everybody better hit the floor

If it's the opps

Grab the straps out the kitchen drawer

Then hit em with the special beam cannon

I'm feelin like piccolo

I'm the Demon King

Smoking on that indigo

Winters in Mexico

Smoking mistletoe

Exotic furs

Got me lookin like an eskimo

Burning herbs

Rosemary and Oregano

Where'd he go

Can't say the name of who I'm looking for

Whip it up, feigns starving

Gotta cook some more

Switch it up

Fans say they want a different flow

Mix it up

Add the coca with the baking so

Then bake it slow

Let's take it slow

That's something I never said

Smash on the gas

Even when the light is red

Crash off the gas

It's full steam ahead

Fulfill dreams instead

Of living in this fucked up reality

Watch me run across the sea of Galilee

Diamonds all around I'm studying geology

If you hated, I'm demanding an apology

Or a sacrifice, talking bout mythology

Cause I'm possibly and probably the most divine being

To come from our line of biology like honestly

Sun is down, moon is up

Girls around, fill up they cups

Turn up the sound, don't give a fuck

No way you can kill this vibe

When I'm around, your time is up

My squad is down, to shoot you up

A hundred rounds, all in your truck

You're gonna die tonight

Second verse, second chorus

God reincarnated

Second Horus

Wish I could ball like Jordan

I feel like Horace

Run the game for so long

I feel like Forrest

Gump, smoke the woods down to a stump

Pump, got the rubber grips in the trunk

Jump, or I'll push you off the roof

Dump your body in the river, leave no proof

Hit his liver with some shots, 1942

I became living proof back in 97'

October eighth, a demon child fell from heaven

Ball like KG 04', MVP

I was an uncut gem when I was seven

Went from Jaylon Gardner to J.A.G

Now it's Jayboyy bitch

And I ball like Devin

Got MSG booked for next spring

Get your life took over a nice ring

Batter up, imma hit em with a nice swing

Like Ronaldo out on the right wing

Shooting from a distance, and I don't miss a damn thing

Big b(ee), so you know I got a mean sting

Got the crown I ain't talking bout a prom king

Kick it with some girls, smoke some bamboo

Don't know if this is Carrollton or Beijing