GHOULIE!, GVRXT - Man Down Lyrics

Pistols out, it's a party better bring out your scopes
I fuck my bitch raw, always leave them rubbers at home
And when a rapper wanna talk shit, back down
I pull the trigger, drop a body, man down

Pistols out, it's a party better bring out your scopes
I fuck my bitch raw, always leave them rubbers at home
And when a rapper wanna talk shit, back down
I pull the trigger, drop a body, man down
Passed out, liquor in my cup, I black out
You wanna get aggressive bitch, don't make me get the strap out
Cause when a rapper wanna talk shit he best back down
I'll pull the trigger, might drop a body bitch, that's a man down

Fuck that strap, I'm using my hands, that bitch face bloody
Snorting in the bathroom, till my stomach turn, my nose runny
And he say he got 300k streams, but I find that funny
Maybe that's why you broke bitch, you bought listens with all your money
That's GHOULIE! he ain't got no soul
He just come out and let that chopper unload
More murder, that's his goal, no wonder they say he from below
And when they call my phone all they got to go dial is 666
New ammo with new extension, show these bitches what a big clip is

Pistols out, it's a party better bring out your scopes
I fuck my bitch raw, always leave them rubbers at home
And when a rapper wanna talk shit, back down
I pull the trigger, drop a body, man down

Hand of God, pussy bitch
He get smacked down
I did it with a smile these 762's make surround sound
I said I'm the shit, the 618 know I'm the jit
Fuck my bitch I blow her back out, then I snap and post a pic
I said chopped up Xans in the back of the focus
Real dope dealers get down, no bogus
Sycamore Street, in the back of her throat bitch
Whole clique up, tune in, better focus
Told that bitch that we finally blow, shit
That bitch got down, sucked my soul quick
Run charts up, bitch, that's my motive
Just look at the way that we living, look at the Audi I'm whipping
I'm getting racks and they go to the ceiling, just bought a mansion
I forgot to mention, also your bitch was just up in mentions
Lil boy don't even know why you're tripping
She sucking my dick and it's your lips she kissing
I said

Pistols out, it's a party better bring out your scopes
I fuck my bitch raw, always leave them rubbers at home
And when a rapper wanna talk shit, back down
I pull the trigger, drop a body, man down
Passed out, liquor in my cup, I black out
You wanna get aggressive bitch, don't make me get the strap out
Cause when a rapper wanna talk shit he best back down
I'll pull the trigger, might drop a body bitch, that's a man down