Down Talk - D-Lo, Nemz

Woo, I swear my niggas be killin' shit on them freeways

My nigga TB locked up, he need a three-way

My brother Moon just speared a nigga in my driveway

When it’s hella eyes and cameras, no we don’t slide

Got my cleats on in the field, nigga, it’s real, nigga

Don’t be in the wrong place, the wrong time, you could get killed, nigga

Got a stick on the forty, man I knocked a bitch for my brodie

Man, I gotta slide to the neck, can’t fight no case with no co-D

Man I got bitches, I’m pimpin' these hoes

I’m scared of the cops, I be carryin' fours

I’m servin' these niggas, I’m breakin' these hoes

These niggas ain’t pimpin', they breakin' the code, ayy

Chasin' that money, I ain’t been asleep

Don’t make me call my brother Sleep

I swear somebody gon' RIP

Swear to God we poppin', nigga

My Rudeboys be poppin' niggas

(One word, them niggas be dead, and I wouldn’t lie to niggas)

If you ain’t never caught you no body, I can’t slide with niggas

You ain’t never kicked you a high-speed on five-oh, I can’t ride with niggas