Down Bottom Lyrics

Oh, damn now bop to this oh Yeah y'all know what this is Flame on Juvenile Drag-On flame on And now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah
Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops Bet y'all niggaz can't wait till my shit drop Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop Nigga 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 y'all little niggaz can't fuck wit drag
Got the chain out so it's bust and grab Nigga fuck that you better bust back 'Fore ya nigga 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 nigga we don't need that I don't care about your feed back, y'all niggaz don't feed drag
Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house Nigga where the keys at nigga? Where the stash at nigga? Where the weed at? Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Mater fact where the ass at? 'Cause I got the Ruff Ryders And I aint talkin' bout my niggaz Nigga we can go hoe for hoe, 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 nigga ruff rydin' Drag-On y'all niggaz and south siders
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
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 niggaz be thinkin' that you usin' me Runnin' with them petty ass niggaz lookin' like fools to me I'm workin' wit some change, yeah And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah
You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same, yeah Look, I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names, yeah Playin' with the number one son don't play no games, yeah
Come outside don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks Yo' get some boys strapped with bandannas tryin' knock off yo' shit Ya stankin' bitch, I ruff ryde your ass then Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', that shit is funny
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
When my niggaz 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 niggaz 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 ass 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 nigga feel heat in cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her Be like a dog with a bone I run with her Y'all make me so tired y'all niggaz still rappin'
Like y'all don't know my flows fire Y'all ain't got y'all boots ain't got y'all 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
Wanna fuck, watch out she will bang you 'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt Who evers wit you is gonna jail
Is you niggaz bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none, ha You want to fuck'em till they cum, ha Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best