Down

Bitch I don't bang

I swing my blade and then that body drops

I don't switch lanes

I don't want fame but I can't ever stop

They say your fucking death's a promise

And your life's a lie

So I'ma headbang to the bass

Until I fucking die

Aye, aye, I got Rossi in a solo cup

Aye, bitch I'm sipping slow until

My time is up aye, lot of stupid bitches

Getting on my nerves

Aye, If you coming with that fuck

Shit then you better swerve

Fuck all that shit that you talk, bitch

I did this shit all on my own

Fuck all that shit that you talk, bitch

I did this shit all on my own

So just hold the fucking phone

Aye just hold the fucking phone

Aye, hold the fucking phone

So just hold the fucking phone

Hold the fucking phone, bitch

Just hold the fucking phone

Hold the fucking phone, bitch

Just hold the fucking phone

Hold the fucking phone, bitch

Just hold the fucking phone