Uh, get down, get down
Everybody gonna get down
Everybody throw the set down
Shawty gonna put her neck down
Choppa gonna make him sit down
Choppa gonna make him get down
Get down, get down
Yeah, yeah, in that bitch again
She thought I loved her, she just a friend
Smoking that pack in the back of the Benz
Yeah, I got the bands
Pullin' them out of my pants
Count it up, then I dance
Yeah, yeah
I got a strap in the back like Spencer's
Shit sing like tenor
Aim for the head, for the center
All of you rappers whatever
You got some drip? mine is wetter
Go check that weather, yuh
Go check that weather, yuh, yuh
Don't call me treasure, it reminds me of my ex bitch
Said you got racks inside yo bag but shit is empty
Girl you told me that you love me, man that's so silly
I'm bound to be a solo bitch, back to the basics
Tats on your waist, that shit been on my mind
I swear these pills got me out of my mind
I just be thinking 'bout shit all the time
I'm with your girl and she say that I'm fine
I cannot fuck with you, you crossed the line
Bae we can fuck, but I cant make u mine
I don't know what other word I should rhyme
Get down, yeah, yuh
Get down
Everybody gonna get down
Everybody throw the set down
Shawty gonna put her neck down
Choppa gonna make him sit down
Choppa gonna make him get down
Get down, get down