SHOWDOWN Lyrics

You know what time it is!

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

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)

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

(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