Down Bottom (Explicit)

Ha ha ha

Oh d**n

Now bop to this

Oh yeah

Ya'll know what this is

Flame on

Juvenile

Drag on

Flame on

And now swizz swizz beatz yeah

Me and my *s done licked shots

Even done hit cops

Bet ya'll *s can't wait till my s**t drop

Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop

N***a you don't want my paper drop

Cause that means I'm empty

And your full of it

Check what the bullet did

Missiles gonna hit you get you

Rip through tissue

Should have never rhymed this cause I miss you

I make plus cash

Ya'll little *s can't f**k wit drag

Got the chain out

So it's bust and grab

N***a f**k that

You better bust back

'Fore ya n***a ask back where the vest at

Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash

Spit like a fire but you can't touch black

All you can do is cuss back

And read back how you bust gats

N***a we don't need that

I don't care about your feed back

Ya'll *s don't feed drag

Tell a motherf**ker pull out

Bust a bullet out

In ya safe house

N***a where the keys at

N***a where the stash at

N***a where the w**d at

N***a pass that 'fore I pull my trigger

Mater fact where the a*s at

Cause I got the ruff ryders

And I ain't talkin bout my *s

N***a we can go h*e for h*e

Toe to toe

Blow for blow

And when you fell your nose crack

That mean I broke that

I'm fittin to po po wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know

You can't handle it

You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles

And who that n***a ruff rydin'

Drag on

Ya'll *s and south siders

Do ya'll *s bust ya'll guns

Hell yeah we bust our guns

Do you f**k them 'till they cum

D**n right we make them cum

It's for the north

Head south head east head west

Ruff ryders gonna show ya'll *s who rides the best

Repeat

In the late night

We be cockin high givin' you stage fright

Yo' head might explode

When I bust with the lead pipe

And I say right

Juvenile hey tight

Stay hype

Now page mike and make sure he got all the yeah aight

I'm tired of *s be thinkin that you usein' me

Runnin with them petty a*s *s lookin' like fools to me

I'm workin wit some change ha

And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha

You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha

Look I'ma have some body sayin' that's the shame game

But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names ha

Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha

Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks

Yo' get some boys straped with

Ban

Danas tryin knock off yo' s**t

Ya stankin' b***h

I ruff ryde your a*s then

Cashin' for money

Juve ain't gettin nothin'

Ha ha ha that s**t is funny

Repat chorus

X2

When my *s get knocked we gonna bail them out

When it come to my gun my shells is out

You better get the message cause I done mailed it out

I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out

East west the right

This for my *s up north

My guns made in china so you better dust off

Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup

I always got chedder

I never a*s bet ya'

And I won't even sweat ya'

We roll much larger and better

My dough is never low

But if drag is down on his last

I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta

Make a n***a feel heat in cold weather

Can't stand a n***a hype

Throw me his b***h

B***h come to my s**t

You betta come get her

Be like a dog with a bone I run with her

Ya'll make me so tired

Ya'll *s still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire

Ya'll ain't got ya'll boots

Ain't got ya'll suits probaly got a gun that ain't never shoot

When they come you better hope they don't name you

Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you

Don't try to be me cause I ain't you

'Fore I have your spirits with the angels

My shorty keep a gun on the ankles

Wana f**k watch out she will bang you

Cause I taught her well

Ya'll players better haul to hell

But you *s couldn't borrow a belt

Who evers wit you is gonna jail

Is you *s bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none ha

You want to f**k'em till they cum ha

Drag on juvenille double up what you want ha

Repeat chorus

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