Get Down (feat. Lil Zay Osama & Lil Durk)

DJ Pharris This Chicago, nigga Uhh, uhh, go, go Yuh, uhh, uhh Uh, this 200 the whip That bitch ain't nothin to hit Mike Amiri the skinnies All blue benjis when I'm * Better know I got one on the hip Better know it's one in the melon 3 time felon the stick and the switch And we sip real drank, and we smoke real za Bitch don't worry bout' how I got it, this my real car Bitches I wanted to fuck back then out here real pop And we ain't ever callin' no peace treaty bitch we kill opps Uh, only nigga crossed us and touched a million Fucked it off got it back run up a billion High speed chases fuck a civilian Like I ain't made it I be trippin' Uh, I can't leave without who I came wit' I got money they tell me to change Now I'm on that same shit Bro in the can for the same shit And they tryna' put another case on him for a nigga chain bitch But that lawyer paid bitch I'm richer than all my opps, I'm bigger than all my opps We killin' all our opps, who tellin'? All the opps (Bro in the can for the same shit And they tryna' put another case on him for a nigga chain bitch But that lawyer paid bitch I'm richer than all my opps, I'm bigger than all my opps We killin' all our opps, who tellin'? All the opps Uh, this 200 the whip That bitch ain't nothin to hit Mike Amiri the skinnies All blue benjis when I'm * Better know I got one on the hip Better know it's one in the melon 3 time felon the stick and the switch And we sip real drank, and we smoke real za Bitch don't worry bout' how I got it this my real car Bitches I wanted to fuck back then out here real pop And we ain't ever callin' no peace treaty bitch we kill opps (Yeah, let's get it) Bitch I'm richer than my opps, and they biggest homies, yeah All these niggas act like bitches, definition of it, uh Keep my pistol on me,uh, top his top he phony, uh Cock that Glock back, chh-chh, boom, who she fuck? She told me Play the opps inside this club while we in here just don't do that Hittin' everybody else except for us, the opps is stupid Rod Wave, I die with my Cuban, broad day, you a' die in a Uber Fuck the opps they tired of snoozin' Fuck the opps they tired of losin' (Let's get it) You talkin' bout weirdo hoes (Yup) Ya'll hoes share ya'll clothes (They do) Opp hoes touch they toes (Let's get it) She say don't tell her brothers (Nah) I say no one knows (No one knows) Audemar bust down rolls (Rolls) You in the striker pose (Pose) You love them typa' hoes (Let's get it) Uh, it's 200 the whip (Yep), she want 200 to hit (Let's get it) I fuck off my name, I'm slick (What?) That nigga a lame he snitched (Yeah) Just stay in yo lane we rich (We rich) That one opp lame as shit (As shit) (That one opp lame, he bitch) Yeah Uh, this 200 the whip That bitch ain't nothin to hit Mike Amiri the skinnies All blue benjis when I'm * Better know I got one on the hip Better know it's one in the melon 3 time felon the stick and the switch And we sip real drank, and we smoke real za Bitch don't worry bout' how I got it this my real car Bitches I wanted to fuck back then out here real pop And we ain't ever callin' no peace treaty bitch we kill opps Yeah, we kill opps, hit a opp, bitch, we kill opps Go, go, bitch, we kill opps, gdam, gda, gdam, gdam Wha, wha, wha