Going Down

Yeah y'all feel me
Had to come with something hot
You dig what I'm saying
I swear ain't playing bout shit
40 glock wit a 40 clip that's gonna really make ya whole house flip
Shush be quiet before I really let this bitch rip
Kidnapped a bitch I just called her tookin
Free my niggah Pooh from baby bookings
My nigga dumb and nigga bluffing
I pop his Mellon that's the end of discussion
Watch ya back nigga just got to bussing
Go free my mans and go free my cousin
NFL no playoffs if a nigga play we gon get him gone
Yea I'm up now shooting for the stars
Money coming in like imma boss
Auto correct make that a don
He running his mouth he won't do that for long
Yeah I'm wit the gang
When you come around better tuck yo chain
Cause Debo wit them thangs
And you ain't nothing but a lame
All my guns they gon sang
Hit yo head and it's gon rang
Sour mouth yeah it's tang
Big ole guns like a tank
Bro you know I'm from the south
Come around me watch yo mouth
Cause if you taking up to loud
Imma leave you with no sound
On the news body found
They say that he probably drowned
Made sure they ain't say a thing
Cause if they did it's going down
Bloody red look like a clown
Knew he won't gon come around
Make sure they don't make a sound
Cause if they do it's going down
Bloody red look like a clown
Knew he won't gon come around
Make sure they don't make a sound
Cause if they do it's going down
I swear ain't playing bout shit
40 glock wit a 40 clip that's gonna really make ya whole house flip
Shush be quiet before I really let this bitch rip
Kidnapped a bitch I just called her tookin
Free my niggah Pooh from baby bookings
My nigga dumb and nigga bluffing
I pop his Mellon that's the end of discussion
Watch ya back nigga just got to bussing
Go free my mans and go free my cousin



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Patrick Reid, Marcus Killian Augustus Thompson, Kevin Ronnie Mcpherson
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