Lil Dude - Take Down lyrics

[Intro: Goonew] sh** Goonrixh, n***a MONY POWR RSPT [Verse 1: Goonew] Homicide sh**, coming through with the draco Fort Knox, n***a hit the front and the back door I'm beating my wrist and I'm still in the dope hole Pour a four of wop, now you know that I walk slow Walk to the bank and I'm counting them hunchos Catch him down bad, gon make that boy fumble You the type of n***a, you gonna tweet, you gon' mumble 15 caught a body, I ain't even run, though [Verse 2: Lil Dude] Homicide sh** get you whacked for the low low Catching the pack like my last name Ocho Serving the drop out the bag of Dorito's Beat up the pack like a motherf**ing dojo I don't f** with these n***as, these n***as, they hobos I f** with them migos, can't come in my bio I put your main b**h number all in my bio Double back gang, better ride with a Bible Hoodrich n***a, we psycho These n***as remind me of something off American Idol They rapping and I gotta let 'em get the title (pop pop pop) But my n***a won't fight you These diamonds cold like an ice cube With my boys in the hood, but my name ain't Ice Cube Homicide sh**, keep the 762's [Verse 3: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Ride with the big gun and Lil Dude I'll chop them with sticks, they gon' eat them like food Goonew, Hoodrich, n***a, rich like some Jews I swear I could wash off a dish with my j**els The tips on the hollows, I give them the blues Came out the trap on that bullsh**, yeah Still trap the pack with a full clip, yeah Fourth of July, we don't shoot in the air Back of my Gucci shoes look like a bear I got the Glock with the dick, no h*mo Pack touched down, call my plug Tony Romo Ice on the gold, it look like a Roman Yeah, I got rich used, to hang on the corner [Verse 4: Goonew] Still on the block with the Glock on the corner Youngin's still knocking at three in the morning Glock with a 30, you know I'm gon' warn them Homicide sh**, catch a body, I'm toting [Interlude: Goonew] Huh? Oh, who that? Who that? Who that, Auntie? Huh Homicide, n***a We about to slide through this sh**, huh? Homicide, Hoodrich homicide Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh [Verse 5: Lil Dude] Draco diablo, got hundred rounds Chopper bullets, they be making them thunder sounds Keep some ammo, got me a lot of rounds Hit him with a combo, that's a man down Luciano got the drake now n***a don't even want to fake now Ooh, I might eat a n***a's plate now Take down, take down, take down, take down [Verse 6: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Hit that little b**h from the back, leave her face down Chop off his limb when I shoot out them K rounds We got them toys like we still on the playground Lame a** n***a got flipped with a fake pound Trapping so hard that I'm making the Feds watch Rich n***a trapping, I'm Jordan and they're Stockton Cook up the dope, got the J's in a headlock Percs and the lean, finna go see the med doctor