SHOWDOWN

[Intro]
You know what time it is!

[Chorus]
I'm back at the showdown
Shoot that lil' boy with like 30 rounds
I'm on this beat, you can hear the sound
I be going through racks it's a big amount
All these bitches be talking for little clout
All these bitches be talking their shit on the net, best believe Imma put them into the ground

[Verse]
Wait, let's get this shit started
I pop a perc, go retarted
Hop in a jet, I departed
Made a few hits and I charted
Ksubi's on me and that shit ain't rewarded
If he talking shit Imma get him escorted
If he talking shit Imma get that boy dead
Shoot that lil' boy in his head
Whole body covered in red
I'm just tryna get the bread
You not my bro, not my friend
I got a K just to spend
All of these bitches that claim that they real are so fake, only thing that they do is pretend
Made like 2 mill of these hits that I'm making and I swear to god that I'm never gon' end
(And they ask how he did it)
(How he did it)

[Chorus]
I'm back at the showdown
Shoot that lil' boy with like 30 rounds
I'm on this beat, you can hear the sound
I be going through racks it's a big amount
All these bitches be talking for little clout
All these bitches be talking their shit on the net, best believe Imma put them into the ground

[Outro]
(How?)
(How?)
(How?)
(How?)
(Shooting like 30 rounds straight to his head)
(Leave that boy dead)
(Body was red)
(Still getting the bread)
I'm back at the showdown
Shoot that lil' boy with like 30 rounds
I'm on this beat, you can hear the sound
I be going through racks it's a big amount
All these bitches be talking for little clout
All these bitches be talking their shit on the net, best believe Imma put them into the ground