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DOWN HERE
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DOWN HERE was released on April 17, 2017 by PUNCH DA CLOCK as a part of the album RATED RAW
April 17, 2017
LabelPUNCH DA CLOCK
LanguageEnglish
BPM71
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Down here **** squeeze, let the triggers blow
Down here we get coke fresh off the boat
Down here we burning trees on them 24's
Down here you get smoked, fuck who you know
Down here **** squeeze, let the triggers blow
Down here we get coke fresh off the boat
Down here we burning trees on them 24's
Down here you get smoked, fuck who you know
Make a hoe or take a bowl to the bridge of your nose
It's the kid from Cannon Bridge Road stepping on these veteran toes
Tell my brethren bring the boat cause I'm going for the gold
Move out the way, I'm David Beckham with the flow
Calicos and SKS's when I'm taking your possessions
Getting money on the mic and blessings
Dropping lessons and some essence to that blood profession
And he doing it right, that's without question
Cause I'm burning blunts or flexing 24's on Tampa hoes
Nothing less than shrimp scampi every day though
You can tap me cause I'm crapping on this track
I spit that funky shit, you can smell it in the back
Don't tongue attack cause my MAC will flip you on your back
And your paps and your mommy to your cousin to your homie
Pop go the toolie if you ever run up on me
I'm a gun pulling bullet fuck who you know
This **** is a duck that's about to get roast
Down here **** squeeze, let the triggers blow
Down here we get coke fresh off the boat
Down here we burning trees on them 24's
Down here you get smoked, fuck who you know
Down here **** squeeze, let the triggers blow
Down here we get coke fresh off the boat
Down here we burning trees on them 24's
Down here you get smoked, fuck who you know
It ain't nothing to scrap so throw your hands up, let's pump
If you run to your trunk bet you get bust like a bump
I get money in chunks cause I don't fuck with you chumps
It's like I flip sacks for the stacks, you slip slack then relax
I spit facts when I rhyme, you tell lies when you rap
My clique ride with them pounds to put Tampa on the map
We'll bust your head for the herb then flip that in the trap
We'll take them jewels you wear and get 'em melted down for cash
We always in the hood like engines, chrome wheel ride wherever
Bustle off with trees like Timblips, always strapped with heat
Getting cheese cause it's too many ways to eat
So we done shit to feed the babe like free lunch
Married to the game, no prenup
Come clean up your cane with this reefer
I can make you lay with the reefer
Bet you got that weight, we got a cheaper
Moving state to state, pushing ether
Fuck what you got to say, we gotta eat blood
Down here **** squeeze, let the triggers blow
Down here we get coke fresh off the boat
Down here we burning trees on them 24's
Down here you get smoked, fuck who you know
Down here **** squeeze, let the triggers blow
Down here we get coke fresh off the boat
Down here we burning trees on them 24's
Down here you get smoked, fuck who you know
Written by: Brian Bonnette
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