"DOWN" lyrics
Internet Money, BabyBartier, Unitus & Sir Untre Lyrics
My bitch got no swag, I style her, I put her down
My momma super stressed, I gotta go get it, can't hold down
I was at the dinner table puffing out them clouds
When I'm out in Houston, need a pack when I touch down
When I touch down, I get lonely, need drugs on me now
Draco shoot your face in paint, that shit look like a clown
Tony Montana got hit up with that round
All this fucking drip, ain't got no float, your ass gon' drown
All this fucking drip, all this fucking drip
Bitch, I'm in SoHo, I look like a lick
Post up in SoHo, I ride with the trip
Like how she walk, how she moving her hips
Real slime bitch, only gave her the tip
Real fly young nigga, walk with the drip
Hold up, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches all on my dick
Yeah, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, I'm stacking this shit
Young nigga ball like the Knicks, it's like 3 p.m., this my third fit
On that CPN, punch for the drip, need a VPN to cop this shit
Need a VPN to text ya' bitch, 'cause she in here with us and we lit
Yeah, in here with us and we lit
Yeah, your ho in here with us and we lit
Yeah, your ho in here with us and we lit
Yeah, your ho in here with us and we lit
Yeah, your ho in here with us and we lit
Yeah, your bitch in here with us and we lit, yeah
I got 50, 50, 50, 50, 50, all on my clip
I put Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, all on my fit
I put designer all over my fit
You can not hang with the gang, you don't fit
I'm fresh as shit, I got the stick
Niggas be talking, they know I'm legit
I'm having racks, I drop that shit on Prada
Bitch, I'm the one like a dollar
My bitch bad like a toddler
I'm tryna stack my racks taller
57 on me and it's tucked
I'm with my shooter, yeah, he acting bloody
Little Barti can't kick the cup
My bitch got no swag, I style her, I put her down
My momma super stressed, I gotta go get it, can't hold down
I was at the dinner table puffing out them clouds
When I'm out in Houston, need a pack when I touch down
When I touch down, I get lonely, need drugs on me now
Draco shoot your face in paint, that shit look like a clown
Tony Montana got hit up with that round
All this fucking drip, ain't got no float, your ass gon' drown
My momma super stressed, I gotta go get it, can't hold down
I was at the dinner table puffing out them clouds
When I'm out in Houston, need a pack when I touch down
When I touch down, I get lonely, need drugs on me now
Draco shoot your face in paint, that shit look like a clown
Tony Montana got hit up with that round
All this fucking drip, ain't got no float, your ass gon' drown
All this fucking drip, all this fucking drip
Bitch, I'm in SoHo, I look like a lick
Post up in SoHo, I ride with the trip
Like how she walk, how she moving her hips
Real slime bitch, only gave her the tip
Real fly young nigga, walk with the drip
Hold up, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches all on my dick
Yeah, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, I'm stacking this shit
Young nigga ball like the Knicks, it's like 3 p.m., this my third fit
On that CPN, punch for the drip, need a VPN to cop this shit
Need a VPN to text ya' bitch, 'cause she in here with us and we lit
Yeah, in here with us and we lit
Yeah, your ho in here with us and we lit
Yeah, your ho in here with us and we lit
Yeah, your ho in here with us and we lit
Yeah, your ho in here with us and we lit
Yeah, your bitch in here with us and we lit, yeah
I got 50, 50, 50, 50, 50, all on my clip
I put Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, all on my fit
I put designer all over my fit
You can not hang with the gang, you don't fit
I'm fresh as shit, I got the stick
Niggas be talking, they know I'm legit
I'm having racks, I drop that shit on Prada
Bitch, I'm the one like a dollar
My bitch bad like a toddler
I'm tryna stack my racks taller
57 on me and it's tucked
I'm with my shooter, yeah, he acting bloody
Little Barti can't kick the cup
My bitch got no swag, I style her, I put her down
My momma super stressed, I gotta go get it, can't hold down
I was at the dinner table puffing out them clouds
When I'm out in Houston, need a pack when I touch down
When I touch down, I get lonely, need drugs on me now
Draco shoot your face in paint, that shit look like a clown
Tony Montana got hit up with that round
All this fucking drip, ain't got no float, your ass gon' drown
