GET DOWN Lyrics

Run up, bih' get down

Run up, bih' get down

Run up, bih' get down

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, that bitch, she get on her knees like she praise me

Yeah, I cannot fuck with that lil' thot, bitch, she crazy

Yeah, bitch, I'm ridin' round' town inna brand new Mercedes

Yeah, then cop a matte black for my baby

Yeah, bitch, I got all the guap, bitch, I feel like I'm Hades

Yeah, bitch, I cop me a flight and then take her to Haiti, yeah

Get down bitch, youn' want smoke

Run that shit, nigga let's go

Yeah, get out ya element, get in that mode

Yeah, servin' the white, bitch I drop off the load

Yeah, cannot fumble the bad bitch, I'm goin' to the top

She suckin' it crazy, I told that bitch stop

Fuck a penthouse, bitch, imma buy me a loft

These niggas, they Pillsbury, bitch, yeah, they soft

Livin' my life to the fullest, It's not at it's best

Yeah, if he wanna try me, or the gang, better wear a vest

Bitch I got groupies and hoes in my bed, yeah, just like a nest

Yeah, my teeth real white, diamonds they bite, yeah, bitch like it's crest

Yeah, bitch, I cannot play with a hoe, cannot beef with no nigga

These niggas be talkin' that shit, won't pull triggas'

Yeah, when it come to my gang, lil' bitch, yeah, we not civil

Yeah, bitch we murder that boy then we cut out his liver

Yeah, real murder shit, we on go

Yeah, like, can't catch up, lil' bitch too slow

Yeah, bitch, I'm knockin' these niggas down, feel just like dominos

Yeah, gotta mexican bitch and I'm tellin her adios

No, I don't want you, ain' worried bout' ya ass

Might cop that coupe, might just pull out the jag

Bullets hittin' his face, make the lil' nigga lag

That bitch actin' real fatherless, don't got a dad

Bitch, I pull out the Mazi, 2 hunnid' on dash

Bitch, I'm focused on future, but you in the past

Fuck the bitch for like 5 minutes, she can't last

Yeah, lil' shawty bragged, cuz' she got smashed

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, that bitch, she get on her knees like she praise me

Yeah, I cannot fuck with that lil' thot, bitch, she crazy

Yeah, bitch, I'm ridin' round' town inna brand new Mercedes

Yeah, then cop a matte black for my baby

Yeah, bitch, I got all the guap, bitch, I feel like I'm Hades

Yeah, bitch, I cop me a flight and then take her to Haiti, yeah

Yeah, we straight to the top, ou, yeah

Told that bitch stop, ou, yeah

The fist cost a lot, ou, yeah

Its 6 on the dot, ou, yeah

That fuck nigga get popped, ou, yeah

And we in the loft, ou, yeah

And lil' bih' know that we count up the guap, ou, yeah

We count it a lot, ou, yeah