Get Down (feat. Jermaine Fowler & DopeNorTeria) [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