Man Down!

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Seven99)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (is it Givenxhy?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy

Said he wanna smoke with us, big ask
[?] Put his ass to the floor (woah, woah, woah, woah)
I'm with a ten and I'm gone for the weekend
While you whippin' 'round in a honda accord (woah, woah, woah, woah)
Me and the gang went shoppin'
I'm finna pick up some Christian Diors (woah, woah, woah, woah)
She think I want a relation
But I only hit that hoe up when I'm bored (woah, woah, woah, woah)
I blow up, but I'm not lil tecca (woah)
On my grind, man, I never quit [?] it (woah, woah, woah)
Choppa handle you light like a feather (woah)
Chill with nas, soak you niggas in ketchup (woah, woah, woah)
Leave him red, not talkin' ketchup (woah)
Lay him down, lil' boy finna 'fess up (woah, woah, woah)
Want a partner, then you gotta tell somethin'
All my snipers, they shoot from the neck up
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
They be like: Lil 600, you next in
I be steady applyin' the pressure
They be like: I know niggas that's better than you
I be like: Well, let's go ahead and chase 'em
If you look at my stash, shit, I got a milli' in it, yeah
Well, I think that's impressive

Take a look at my eyes, yeah
I know that you might take him down, but he highly respected
In my city, there ain't nobody really doin' it like me except maybe one
They all look at me like it's a damn competition
But really, I'm just havin' fun
I know that these old heads really mad I'm doin' this shit while I'm young
They like: 600, how you so intelligent with it?
Well, I'm goin' dumb, huh (yo), ok
I ain't from Chicago, the way that I'm stayin' with the bulls
But they think that I'm in the Cirque du Soleil
Shout out the [?], how they know what my name is
I'm feelin' like Yb and Cordae

I'm livin' the suite life
I'm all in a yacht with my main hitta Zack and my main nigga Cody
I don't listen to youngboy but you know my slime
And my slatt, nigga, I know that you not my Brody
I ain't from this planet, I came in a spaceship
Ain't super fly, finna give him a facelift
He tryna be in my circle but I don't do new friends
So you better give me a payment
He talk down and we put his ass in the pavement
That nigga livelihood startin' to cave in
The rims of the foreign, I got my shit painted
I deserve a whole lot for the time that I waited, huh
I waited to get where I am now
Three years I been doin' this rappin' shit
And I ain't never been given a handout
Slump600 [?] and sosa, I feel like the man now
I ain't never been in the army
We hittin' that boy, now they callin' a man down