Down

It's Boogie
Gang shit
No lame shit

Coming through yo town
It's going down
I shoot lots of rounds
Make gun sounds
Smoking out the pound
I break it down
If they talking tough
We knock em out

Coming through yo town
It's going down
We shoot lots of rounds
Make gun sounds
Coming though yo town
It's going down
We shoot lots of rounds
Make gun sounds

Every where I go
I keep a stick on my hip
Now I ain't never lied
All this shit is legit

Now listen to this story
Ima tell you bout this lick

Bitch I'm from the tre-o
I can't be played hoe

I seen this shit coming
But I didn't trip tho
Just stayed focused
Played smart like Nintendo

I'm about them racks
Get it in and get some more
If I'm coming to yo bitch
Then I'm kicking down her door

Told me that she love me
On the move like Rambo
Came up on them bucks
Then I left and got some more

I ran that shit right up
Called the plug and flipped a bowl
And I gave my mans a half
And he turned it to a foe

Everybody eat
Yea, that's just the way it go

I could never trust a bitch
I'm too focused on the dough
I could never trust a bitch
Mamma told me bout these hoes

I just told you bout a lick
Now I'm bout to go get some more
Yea yea yea

Coming through yo town
It's going down
I shoot lots of rounds

Make gun sounds
Smoking out the pound
I break it down
If they talking tough
We knock em out

Coming though yo town
It's going down
We shoot lots of rounds
Make gun sounds

Coming through yo town
It's going down
We shoot lots of rounds
Make gun sounds

Can't trust a nigga or a bitch
This as pimpin as it get
I don't fuck with six
They double up and then they snitch (Twelve)

Not misogynistic
I am just a pimp bitch
Tryna stack them riches
Just tryna double digits

I love my new Glock
It got grip and long extensions
30 In my bridges
Since a youngin, I been with it

Turn my wish list into hitlist
Man I did this shit too quickly

Always on another mission
In this bitch just chilling

I ran this shit up
I'm talking by the bunch
Smoking ganga by the bunch
Yea it's making my head rush

I'm from the eastside
Where they wrap you in a rug
Right behind the club
Boy don't get fucked up

By my blood cuz
Cause we'll call yo bluff
Yea, This ain't what you want
Nigga this ain't what you want

I said don't get fucked up (Aye)
By my blood cuz
Cause this ain't what you want
Nigga this ain't what you want

Coming through yo town
It's going down
I shoot lots of rounds
Make gun sounds
Smoking out the pound
I break it down
If they talking tough
We knock em out

Coming through yo town
It's going down
We shoot lots of rounds
Make gun sounds
Coming though yo town
It's going down
We shoot lots of rounds
Make gun sounds



Credits
Writer(s): Boog Billin
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