I’m Down chords by Stack Bundles

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Verse 1
Am 
Guess who's back, mothafucka!
Some mothafuckin' pain in the ass!
Allow me to introduce you
to the newest member of
the Desert Storm family!
Stack, mothafuckin' bundles!
The terrorist, mothafucka!
He on your terrorist list!
Cause he spit that shit sick!
Okay, I'm reloaded!
Bang, bang, my baby shut me down
Nigga, the Sig saw a pop,
something, no games involved
Another rap I found slain
when them things revolved
I'ma end the speculation early
Say my name,
they gon' be investigating thoroughly
Roundhead niggas don't play fair
Got beefs for your baby moms
right in front of the daycare
Rap shit a job for me
I'm on my grind with them tabs to the E
and them bundles of D
I got my hustlers, simple and plain
Stack bundles, trust me, I live my name
I was driving them craze,
flooded the hood
Blood vows of the haze
I still got them seeing purple
like Jimi Hendrix days
Youngest nigga from the old school,
Bob by the old rules
No more planes,
I'm transportin' through Pro Toes
And if this Icon shit don't work
Back the heat, nigga,
down like Arnold shirts
I'm down for the daytime maxin'
C 
Am 
Lock all six off,
get your old four -head smashed in
C 
Big boy toys, no three -eights blastin'
Am 
Nigga, I pop mines,
no we ain't flashin'
Down for the daytime maxin'
C 
Am 
Lock all six off,
get your old four -head smashed in
Big boy toys, no three -eights blastin'
C 
Am 
Nigga, I pop mines,
no we ain't flashin' you a thug,
where the fuck is your peace?
Nigga, I stay strapped like
handicapped niggas
when they ridin' the bus
Only stand up niggas be ridin' with us,
it's the R -R -S
You ridin' a what?
That's Rockaway Riot Squad up
Click -clack, boys, squeeze,
have them boys pickin' your squad up
The Glock jam,
they be pickin' your broad up
Better watch your mouth
when my name get brought up
I'm deep in the game,
you know I'm not beams
Tryna make the transition
from the street to the fame
Nigga, I make them grandmothers
move bricks in a cane
And you pricks gettin' sick,
though you know it's a shame
Bunch of grown -ass men,
C 
Am 
beggin' for loan -ass men
On my dick, clone -ass men
Use a rash disgrace
to the face of this earth
Get you fuckin' erased, reverse your birth
I'm down for the daytime maxin'
C 
Am 
Lock all six off,
get your old foreheads maskin'
Big boy toys, no 3 -8s blastin'
Nigga, I pop mines,
no we ain't flashin'
Down for the daytime maxin'
Clock all six,
so it gets it all forehead -smasting
Big boy toys, no 3X blastin'
Nigga, I pop mines,
no we ain't flaskin'
I'm the reason why
C 
O .G.'s tryin' to leave and why
Am 
Cause I'm makin' it hard to eat
I'm a gangster, soon I'ma mark the street
In the same Camaro,
De Niro hat and heat
Young boy better draw your heat
Sleep with it, don't need
Mitchell & Ness
to put a bullet in you
Fit it, I'm with it, we can spit it,
we can water the maw
On that concrete street, asphalt and tar
And y 'all niggas assaultin' shit
I'm a boss, givin' out pink slip
Bout to off your clip
We ain't gotta get teens involved
C 
Am 
We can meet in the street, broad day
Let them things revolve
See, I'm tryin' to keep my cool
C 
Am 
But them same chicks that
you dine with
They have them eats and food
Runs the heads, I'm hustlin',
I told you before
Think I'm givin' the streets
A's I'm servin' them raw
I'm down for that daytime maxin'
Glock or 6 -0, get your whole 4S mastin'
Big boy toys, no 3x blastin'
Nigga, I pop mines,
no we ain't flashin'
Down for the daytime action
Block all six,
or get your whole forehead smashed in
Big boy toys, no 3x blastin'
Nigga, I pop mines, no we ain't flashin'
I'm down
Daytime action
Block all six, or...