Jdot breezy - Knocked down

I'ma start this off by saying "Boy we on yo ass" (ha-ha)
Doing that Instagram thugging for them hoes and your fans
You don't type how you act, you gonna get your ass blamed
'Round here, repping like you stepping, you ain't even in your bag (baow)
You ain't even got a body, I'ma send you with your mans (ah-ah)
Last nigga tried to play, I left his ass where he stand
Should've killed his fucking dog, but his pussy-ass ran
You don't get no respect 'cause your goody ass ran (ayy)
My driver swung the door (ah-ah)
I hopped out and up'd the score
Hit his ass a couple times, it ain't empty bang some more
Put these halos in his throat (ah-ah), how many hit? I say about four
It's here cases on the scene, I mask up they ain't gonna know
Counting old money, new money, I got blue hundreds
Stomp a nigga ass out, boy this Glock like 200 hundred
Catch that nigga air it out, I know he won't shoot nothing