Man Down YBN Nahmir (Ft. Chris Brown)

[Intro]
(Everything foreign, nigga)

[Chorus: Chris Brown, YBN Nahmir]
All I hear is gunshots (Bang-bang)
Up and down my block (Yeah, yeah)
It don't never stop (Ow!)
Either you in or out
I see the paramedics, news cameras, police choppers
Man down, but they don't know who shot him
It's lookin' like The Walking Dead, zombies
Every day a nigga D-I-E
If anybody scared, fuck from 'round me
If you ain't with the bidness, get the fuck from 'round me (Yeah)

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Slide down on my niggas on tip (Raah!)
Thirty shots, they gon' go through your whip (Hits)
I'm the man, smoke a nigga like a zip
Then turn around and I fuck on his bitch (Bop-bop-bop-bop)
I gotta keep movin', keep one in the Ruger (Ayy)
Bullets hot, they gon' hit your medulla (Yeah)
I'm chasin' the sack, gotta get to the safe
By any means, gotta get that moolah (Bop-bop-bop-bop)
It's gunshots e'rywhere so, boy, you better hide (You know I'm finna hide)
And Breezy say it's fuck you, so you know I'm finna slide (Know I'm finna slide)
Watch me do that, walked up, you seen that pole, now he surprised (Gang)
Hollow tips gon' hit 'em, then I'm hoppin' in that ride (Grrr, bop-bop-bop-bop)
Say them people took my brother, so I'm screamin', "Fuck the feds" (Boom)
I'll rather keep that blower 'fore my mama see me dead (For the gang)
If a nigga run up on me, I'ma fill him up with lead (Raah!)
.223's hit his body, pop a nigga like some mints
If I ever hit a lick, then you know I'm breakin' bread (I'm breakin' bread)
Niggas snitchin' to the cops, they be talkin' to the feds (You niggas lame)