Get Down

YPG in the building
We back
It's the come up man, it's shit if you ain't with us on the come up

Motherfucker get down
Coming for the crown
Clip full of rhymes
Boy, you hear that gun sound
Motherfucker get down
Tell them bitches we got next
Wanna fuck around? Be my guest (yeah, Jay, yeah, look)

Make it drop like it was heavy
Bumping pac up in this Chevy
I been watching while they droppin' from the top like it's confetti
Still I been plotting while they jocking
Now we be popping, shit that's deadly
We 'bout to launch a fucking missile
Come with the rocket like, "I'm ready"

Coming up from the bleachers to pummel underachievers
I ain't talkin' jump rope when I'm double dutching the cheeba
Buckled up in the Beamer to come and fuck with you divas
Yellin', "Father, please forgive me" while sucker punching the preacher

Was never one to make a subtle impression
My fucking tongue is a weapon
My teeth are tuckin' the Wesson
See what you've done in the session
That shit was nothing impressive
That's why they stock up on the features like a fungal infection
But look

I Bet him, I kill him until I be coppin' the plaque
That's why I'm popping the Mac at rock bottom of rap
They top dog till the fucking Rottweiler attack
You feel the pop in your back
You got a problem, motherfucker get down

Coming for the crown
Clip full of rhymes
Boy, you hear that gun sound
Motherfucker get down
Tell them bitches we got next
Wanna fuck around? Be my guest
Motherfucker get down

Coming for the crown
Clip full of rhymes
Boy, you hear that gun sound
Motherfucker get down
Tell them bitches we got next
Wanna fuck around? Be my guest
Motherfucker get down

Shit, I give a fuck if you've been offended
These rappers acting like some bitches, got confusing genetics
The dude is a menace who never leaves the booth, it's a fetish
Abusing phonetics while swallowin' hallucinogenics

I've been on the pro level, I spit and corrode metal
Been the rap chef cooking up until the dough settles
Something that's so special
Fuck with the flow devil
Groupies hanging on my neck
I rock them like some gold medals

Yeah, so come on and gather 'round this cocky prick
Who's only goal's to piss you off, I bet I probably did
On that karate shit, that's fucking up your body limbs
That pump raps and make 'em jump back like a shotty kick
The flow we spit is a dope addiction with no remission
They know the vision, methodical like the slow incision
And labels tripping, they know that I be they golden ticket
I told them bitches suck a dick, you motherfucker get down

Coming for the crown
Clip full of rhymes
Boy, you hear that gun sound
Motherfucker get down
Tell them bitches we got next
Wanna fuck around? Be my guest
Motherfucker get down

Coming for the crown
Clip full of rhymes
Boy, you hear that gun sound
Motherfucker get down
Tell them bitches we got next
Wanna fuck around? Be my guest
Motherfucker get down

Youngest prophet gang's back up in it
You can't stop the movement
Still independent, still fuckin' the game up
YPG Let's get it