Get Down (Radio Edit) ft. Jermaine Fowler & DopeNorTeria Lyrics

On a mission, yeah

World star like Michelin, yeah

Popeyes like fixins, yeah

Big drip might drift in here

My town like tippin, yeah

Fo-fo's wit a limp in there

Doors open like Prince in there

Two-seater can't sit in here

I aint clearin up a critic no way

I get paid for the streams when you listenin, no

I could talk it out and tell you all about it

How ya hating me will never get you mentioned bro

Southside these h*** wanna slide

With the sauce and the chickens wanna dip in, so

I'm just tryna keep a blessing in my pocket

I ain't paying for the bottles I could chip in though

My bad I gotta talk my s*** now

Move over gotta beat this b**** down

A whole lotta heat in this b**** now

Too high up I don't know if I can get down

My bad I gotta talk my s*** now

These h***s they make way when I sit down

Too hot I might burn this b**** down

Too high up I don't know if I can get down

Space Jam Bronny in the booth

Chickens on the app clock-watching what I do

Baby gotta bestie and I hope he bring him too

See a n*** wanna CC, I keep em in the loop

Aye shooter gon' shoot

And a birdie gotta fly

And a dog's gotta lie

I just gotta tell the truth

Whip so clean

And the fit too mean

And I left a couple down feathers seated in the coop

Two-strand twist up

Big brand mix up

Saying I'm the king, I'm the goat

10k tip cup

Strong brown fist up

Black combat boots keep 'em on the throat

Like is you sane, no

Cranking up like Usain Bolt

I'm the hottest f*** is you saying tho

I'm forever like I'm WuTang, bro

My bad I gotta talk my s*** now

Move over gotta beat this b**** down

A whole lotta heat in this b**** now

Too high up I don't know if I can get down

My bad I gotta talk my s*** now

These h***s they make way when I sit down

Too hot I might burn this b**** down

Too high up I don't know if I can get down