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Lil Dude - Takedown Lyrics
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[ Featuring Hoodrich Pablo Juan, Goonew ]

Homicide shit coming through with the draco (homicide)
4 knocked, nigga going front to the back though
Beating my wrist and I'm still in the dope hoe
Pour a four Wock, how you know how I walk slow
Walked to the bank and counting them hunchos
Catch him back, down lying, make 'em funk
You the type a nigga, gon' tweet, you gon' mumble
15 caught a body, I ain't even run though

Homidice shit got you wet for the low low
Catching the pack, and my last name Ocho
Serving that drop out the back of Doritos
Beatin that pack like a muthaf*cking dojo
F*ck with these niggas, these niggas they hobos
F*ck with the migos, can't come in my bio
I put your main bitch number all in my bio
Double back gang, better ride with a bible
Hood rich nigga, we pyscho
You nigga remind me of somethin' off American Idol
You rapping, and I gotta let em get the title (pop pop pop)
But a nigga won't fight you
Keep it down and cool like an ice cube
My boys in the hood, but my name ain't Ice Cube
Homicide shit, keep the 7 6 2's

Rap with a big guns, and Lil' Dude
Choppin' with sticks, they gon eat you like food
Goonew, Hoodrich, nigga rich like some Jews
I swear I could wash off a dish with my jewels
The tips on the hollows, I give 'em the blues
Came out the trap on that bullshit, yeah
Still trap the pack with a full clip, yeah
Fourth of July, we don't shoot in the air
Look at my Gucci shoes, look like a belt
I got the Glock with the dick, no homo
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

Stppd on the block with the Glock on the corner
Yungin's still knocking at three in the morning
Glock with 30, you know I'm gon' warn them
Homicide shit, catch a body, I'm touring

Huh? Oh who that? Who that? Who that Auntie?
Homicide nigga, we about to slide through this shit, huh?
Homicide nigga, Hoodrich homicide
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Draco diablo, got hundred rounds
Chopper bullets, they be making them thunder sounds
Keep some ammo, got me a lotta rounds
Hit 'em with a combo, that's a man down
Luciano got the drake now
Nigga don't even want to fake now, ooh
I might eat a nigga plate now
Take down, take down, take down, take down

Hit a lil' bitch from the back, leave her face down
Chop off his limb when I shoot out them K rounds
We got them touch like we still on the playground
Lame ass nigga get flipped with a fake pound
Trapping so hard that I'm making the field wet
Rich nigga trapping, them Jordans is deadstock
Cook up the dope, got the J's in a headlock
Percs and the lean, finna go see the med doc
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Homicide shit coming through with the draco (homicide)
4 knocked, nigga going front to the back though
Beating my wrist and I'm still in the dope hoe
Pour a four Wock, how you know how I walk slow
Walked to the bank and counting them hunchos
Catch him back, down lying, make 'em funk
You the type a nigga, gon' tweet, you gon' mumble
15 caught a body, I ain't even run though

Homidice shit got you wet for the low low
Catching the pack, and my last name Ocho
Serving that drop out the back of Doritos
Beatin that pack like a muthaf*cking dojo
F*ck with these niggas, these niggas they hobos
F*ck with the migos, can't come in my bio
I put your main bitch number all in my bio
Double back gang, better ride with a bible
Hood rich nigga, we pyscho
You nigga remind me of somethin' off American Idol
You rapping, and I gotta let em get the title (pop pop pop)
But a nigga won't fight you
Keep it down and cool like an ice cube
My boys in the hood, but my name ain't Ice Cube
Homicide shit, keep the 7 6 2's

Rap with a big guns, and Lil' Dude
Choppin' with sticks, they gon eat you like food
Goonew, Hoodrich, nigga rich like some Jews
I swear I could wash off a dish with my jewels
The tips on the hollows, I give 'em the blues
Came out the trap on that bullshit, yeah
Still trap the pack with a full clip, yeah
Fourth of July, we don't shoot in the air
Look at my Gucci shoes, look like a belt
I got the Glock with the dick, no homo
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

Stppd on the block with the Glock on the corner
Yungin's still knocking at three in the morning
Glock with 30, you know I'm gon' warn them
Homicide shit, catch a body, I'm touring

Huh? Oh who that? Who that? Who that Auntie?
Homicide nigga, we about to slide through this shit, huh?
Homicide nigga, Hoodrich homicide
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Draco diablo, got hundred rounds
Chopper bullets, they be making them thunder sounds
Keep some ammo, got me a lotta rounds
Hit 'em with a combo, that's a man down
Luciano got the drake now
Nigga don't even want to fake now, ooh
I might eat a nigga plate now
Take down, take down, take down, take down

Hit a lil' bitch from the back, leave her face down
Chop off his limb when I shoot out them K rounds
We got them touch like we still on the playground
Lame ass nigga get flipped with a fake pound
Trapping so hard that I'm making the field wet
Rich nigga trapping, them Jordans is deadstock
Cook up the dope, got the J's in a headlock
Percs and the lean, finna go see the med doc
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Writer: Lil Dude, Unknown Writer, Miguel Flores Curtidor, Othello Houston, Sterling Pennix
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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