Get Down ft. DopeNorTeria & Jermaine Fowler Lyrics

On a mission, yeah

World star like Michelin, yeah

Pop eyes like fixings, yeah

Big drip might drift in here

My town like tipping, yeah

Fo-fo's with a limp in there

Doors open like Prince in there

Two-seater can't sit in here

I ain't clearing up a critic no way

I get paid for the streams when you listening, no

I could talk it out and tell you all about it

How ya hating me will never get you mentioned bro

Southside these hoes 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 shit now

Move over gotta beat this bitch down

A whole lotta heat in this bitch now

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

My bad I gotta talk my shit now

These hoes they make way when I sit down

Too hot I might burn this bitch 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 nigga wanna see-see, I keep em in the loop

A 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

Ten-k 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 fuck is you saying tho

I'm forever like I'm WuTang, bro

My bad I gotta talk my shit now

Move over gotta beat this bitch down

A whole lotta heat in this bitch now

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

My bad I gotta talk my shit now

These hoes they make way when I sit down

Too hot I might burn this bitch down

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