"Get Low" lyrics

[Max B:]
Uh, Boss Don Season (Gain Greene)
Domain Pain (Aw man)
It's ya boy, Biggavell
I got Young Al Pac with me
Baby, what's good?
Young Gotti, he Gain Greene (What's good?)
Talk that wave (Let's go)

I got a pound of Sour Diesel on reserve
And you know I got them heaters
I got these niggas, they scared
These niggas is gettin' low (Low, uh)
They gettin' low (Low)
I got these bitches, wanna give a nigga head
While I'm on my way to Chico to go and pick up the bread
Nigga, we gettin' dough (Dough, uh)
I'm M.O.B

Y'all some niggas I ain't never even heard of
When I leave the scene it's gon' be a bloody murder
Niggas gettin' low
We gettin' low (Low)

We gettin' low, we getting low
Got these niggas playa hating, they don't wanna see me glow
They don't wanna see me flow
They don't wanna see me move like I'm portable
Never cop nothin' that's affordable
Bigga, got them hammers that'll slaughter you (Slaughter you)
Right there where you stand, cannon switch up like an audible (Switch)
Damn, I got that aura blue
Damn, I got them quarters too
Fiends say “They so big, Maxey, please, I'll toke it good, just let me get a hit"
Wasn't nothing, just to do it up
Look at how he movin' up, shoot you up
Boogers cost me plenty and the coupe is plush (Plush)
I do you up, put you on the moon
I'ma put you on the move, you don't want it with them goons
Oww

I got a pound of Sour Diesel on reserve (Reserve)
And you know we got them heaters
I got these niggas, they scared (Scared)
These niggas is gettin' low (Low)
They getting low (Get low, baby)
I got these bitches, wanna give a nigga head
While I'm on my way to Chico to go and pick up the bread
Nigga, we gettin' dough (Dough)
I'm M.O.B

[Al Pac:]
I got my money right, guns up, bitch, and I want a war
Niggas looking for Gotti, I'm posted by the corner store
Black nine, 40 Cal, all you niggas know my style
Jay just caught a case, so it's only right I hold it down
Front, then I blow the pound, leave your brains in the street
Gas these niggas up, man you lames can't bang with me
Better step yo' flow up, stupid, get your dough up
Put it in your bitch mouth until the ho throw up
Gotta switch the flow up, these niggas not original
Dudes talk about it but I bang with them criminals
Catch another case, ten years is a minimum
Crackers don't like him but the hood's feeling him
Every track I'm killing 'em and this is just the first half
Name ring bells from Dyckman to First Ave
B.X., B.K., y'all know how we play
If it gotta go down, fuck it, let the heat spray

[Max B:]
Y'all know how them heaters spray, leave a nigga bloodied up
Bloody mess, playing time is over and I want respect
I want these checks, niggas need that cheese
When I travel need that weed, got that cattle that you need
Got that gravel that you need (Uh), the big box
Suites in the Tribeca, I only do the big spots
Big drop, cop 'em at the dealership, Benzes got the AMG
Bitches, love to stay with me, bitches, they don't play with me
Go upside they head when they fuck around
Mami sniffed a couple strips but I didn't miss the shit
Now I treat my bitches on some different shit
I don't let 'em spend the night (Nope)
I like my bitches tight, mami want some dick tonight

I got a pound of Sour Diesel on reserve (Reserve)
And you know I got them heaters
I got these niggas, they scared (Scared)
These niggas is gettin' low (Low)
They gettin' low (Get low, baby)
I got these bitches, wanna give a nigga head
While I'm on my way to Chico to go and pick up the bread
Nigga, we gettin' dough (Dough)
I'm M.O.B