Get Down - Radio Edit

On a mission, yeah
World star like Michelin, yeah
Popeyes like fixins, yeah
Big drip might drift in here
My town like tippin, yeah
Fo-fo's wit a limp in there
Doors open like Prince in there
Two-seater can't sit in here

I aint clearin up a critic no way
I get paid for the streams when you listenin, no
I could talk it out and tell you all about it
How ya hating me will never get you mentioned bro
Southside these h*** 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 s*** now
Move over gotta beat this b**** down
A whole lotta heat in this b**** now
Too high up I don't know if I can get down
My bad I gotta talk my s*** now
These h***s they make way when I sit down
Too hot I might burn this b**** 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 n*** wanna CC, I keep em in the loop
Aye 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
10k 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 f*** is you saying tho
I'm forever like I'm WuTang, bro

My bad I gotta talk my s*** now
Move over gotta beat this b**** down
A whole lotta heat in this b**** now
Too high up I don't know if I can get down
My bad I gotta talk my s*** now
These h***s they make way when I sit down
Too hot I might burn this b**** down
Too high up I don't know if I can get down



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Writer(s): Katrina Lenzly
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