Shot Down

I was five and he was six we rode on horses made of sticks

He wore black and I wore white he would always win the fight

Bang bang he shot me down bang bang I hit the ground

Bang bang that awful sound

Bang bang my baby shot me

Niggas shoot you down when you up and you been on that grind

Niggas double crossing they hate it happens every time

Pulling up the funks on that bape just look at the design

You are not the best no more so it's time to resign

Pull up in them drop tops we're trying to knock his top off

That nigga dipping my gun spitting fire like it's hot sauce