What Goes Down (feat. GK & Jetski)
7:30 we in this club forreal
I break the pain I gain
I feel the change I pray
I feel the hood I slang
I'm gonna play it again
The guns, the beef, the ghetto
My homies in the shadows
We hit the gas we pedal
We chill to heavy metal
You tryna cuff I let go
Sorry I don't nego
Take the other fellow
He also from the bando
GK!
Play with your mind
Out of your sight out of your mind
Feeling the vibe, crossing my heart and hoping to die
Is it my time? Time for crime
Gon' leave you crying
Chopper hit you leave a nigga be dying
Air out, time's up stop trying
Beat you down, I'm the king where's my crown
Pussy nigga used to smile now you frown
Talking shit on the gram with your clout
(Talking shit on the gram with your clout)
That's funny also bloody
Dodge bullets ain't no running
I rule the streets you don't know
Nobody else for promo
The guns, the beef, the ghetto
My homies in the shadows
We hit the gas we pedal
We chill to heavy metal
You tryna cuff I let go
Sorry I don't nego
Take the other fellow
He also from the bando
Heyo niggas lighting candles
I be slipping ain't no felon
Ain't no seeing whatever's tremble'
They gon pull up at your front door
I got bodies on my front door
They gon hit you with a blow torch
And leave you on the side door
Then act like they don't know you
I got fiends still running ain't no time to start turning
You might think they illuminati but I ain't gon learn it
You see their face turning, that's the time you start running
Gon hit you and you burn it and leave you just frowning
Collins
We drop top like it's fiji
If you sucking my D
You gon give me a hickey
He say that he gang
But he looking like Mickey
Cause choppa bullets gon
Make you look like a freaky
On God
Bailing out
We finessing the plot
Cause we ailing out
Nigga shooting a whore for standing out
Make her swallow my kids
Like she swallowing some medicine nigga
Step on my force
Imma shoot you
Why you hating on me cause
I am always on top
Watch your tongue
You might lose it
In this pain
Imma break if I lose it
I feel the change
Imma pray to remove it
(In this pain Imma break if I lose it I feel the change Imma pray to remove it)
I break the pain I gain
I feel the change I pray
I feel the hood I slang
I'm gonna play it again
The guns, the beef, the ghetto
My homies in the shadows
We hit the gas we pedal
We chill to heavy metal
You tryna cuff I let go
Sorry I don't nego
Take the other fellow
He also from the bando
I break the pain I gain
I feel the change I pray
I feel the hood I slang
I'm gonna play it again
The guns, the beef, the ghetto
My homies in the shadows
We hit the gas we pedal
We chill to heavy metal
You tryna cuff I let go
Sorry I don't nego
Take the other fellow
He also from the bando
GK!
Play with your mind
Out of your sight out of your mind
Feeling the vibe, crossing my heart and hoping to die
Is it my time? Time for crime
Gon' leave you crying
Chopper hit you leave a nigga be dying
Air out, time's up stop trying
Beat you down, I'm the king where's my crown
Pussy nigga used to smile now you frown
Talking shit on the gram with your clout
(Talking shit on the gram with your clout)
That's funny also bloody
Dodge bullets ain't no running
I rule the streets you don't know
Nobody else for promo
The guns, the beef, the ghetto
My homies in the shadows
We hit the gas we pedal
We chill to heavy metal
You tryna cuff I let go
Sorry I don't nego
Take the other fellow
He also from the bando
Heyo niggas lighting candles
I be slipping ain't no felon
Ain't no seeing whatever's tremble'
They gon pull up at your front door
I got bodies on my front door
They gon hit you with a blow torch
And leave you on the side door
Then act like they don't know you
I got fiends still running ain't no time to start turning
You might think they illuminati but I ain't gon learn it
You see their face turning, that's the time you start running
Gon hit you and you burn it and leave you just frowning
Collins
We drop top like it's fiji
If you sucking my D
You gon give me a hickey
He say that he gang
But he looking like Mickey
Cause choppa bullets gon
Make you look like a freaky
On God
Bailing out
We finessing the plot
Cause we ailing out
Nigga shooting a whore for standing out
Make her swallow my kids
Like she swallowing some medicine nigga
Step on my force
Imma shoot you
Why you hating on me cause
I am always on top
Watch your tongue
You might lose it
In this pain
Imma break if I lose it
I feel the change
Imma pray to remove it
(In this pain Imma break if I lose it I feel the change Imma pray to remove it)
I break the pain I gain
I feel the change I pray
I feel the hood I slang
I'm gonna play it again
The guns, the beef, the ghetto
My homies in the shadows
We hit the gas we pedal
We chill to heavy metal
You tryna cuff I let go
Sorry I don't nego
Take the other fellow
He also from the bando
Credits
Writer(s): William Mwaka
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