Get Down Low (feat. Ohana Bam)

Get down, get down low

You know how that go

You gon' drop it to the floor

But you know how that go

Get down, get down low

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low

Get down, get down low

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low

Get down, get down low

'Sup bitch, 'sup hoe

Good game, cut throat

Shawty say that she love thugs, oh

She better say no names if she got cuffs on

Lately, I just do it for the fuck of it

Eyeliner so sharp that it'll cut a bitch

If it's Henny, then of course I'll take a cup of it

Good luck getting me to give a fuck again

In, out and in out of state

I've been eatin' good, never been out of shape

But I've been out and sent out some bitches with weight

Better get out the pen now and print outs the pay

I be in out and in out and in out of planes

I don't trip out, but trip out to get out of lane

Bitches hating on me, better sit down and wait

Better get down 'cause this round gon' hit y'all and spray

Bitch get back before I blocka

You a bad bitch, I'm a bad motherfucker

Tell the valet bring the keys, bring the truck up

When you talk to to me, you better stand up and look up

Hoe get back 'cause I'm back now

Top producer get his A1 tracks out

We about to make these motherfuckers black out

Mamacita make and bake and makin' cash now

Get down low

Get down, get down low

You know how that go

You gon' drop it to the floor

But you know how that go

Get down, get down low

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low

Get down, get down low

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low

Get down, get down low

Snow-ee-yo, I spit that hot fire

If you ain't heard, you got a cross wire

You ain't been on no shit that's not hard

You ain't gettin' no cake, sweetheart, that's pop tart

You don't got it down like moi

When I spit bars, leave 'em all in awe

Five foot tall, but the aura large

And in charge, I'm a boss, leave your broad like, "God!"

Little mamacita got a lot of grip

They be noticing I talked 'bout economy

Have you seen the Mexicana with the dollars, and

I get the cheese, I ain't lactose intolerant

So follow me when I get out bags and get out masks and, uh

Get out gats and get that cash and run

Hit that gas and hit that armored truck

Just sit back and flip that in a month like whoo!

Ain't I tell y'all I'm here

Ain't I tell y'all I'm runnin' up and bustin' on 'em

Ain't I say this my year

Ain't I tell y'all I'm coming up and stuntin' on 'em

'Cause I've been on the phone, closing deals

I've been talking 'bout how we gon' flip and we gon' spend it

I don't care if I'ma go legit or I'ma come in a ski mask, bitch, I'ma get it

Look, get down low

Get down, get down low

You know how that go

You gon' drop it to the floor

But you know how that go

Get down, get down low

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low

Get down, get down low

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low, all the way to the floor

Get down low

Get down, get down low