Get Down lyrics

[Intro: Foolio]
Ha
Ay, La Cracka, what it do?
Wavy808, you crazy!
(Brr, bup bup bup!) Uh

[Verse 1: Foolio]
Booted out my body got me rollin' off these Percs (Ha)
I'm tryna (Brr, bup, bup) Put a n*gga on a shirt (Uh)
Livin' with no limits, just like Master P and Turk (Turk)
Like a long 9 to 5, we the ones who put in work (Get down)
Kendre Alston died, the whole city they was hurt (Dre)
Got my arm f*ckin' crampin' 'cause I let that .40 j*rk (Bup, bup)
Real gravedigger, we the ones put sh*t in the dirt
Last n*gga dissed Lil' Bibby, he the one who got it worst (Bibby)
Two things I ain't seen, a UFO and a b*tch I need (Facts)
I'll never fear a man, n*ggas bleed just how I bleed (No cap)
Opps be duckin' me, dodge, dodge, watch 'em weavе (Come here)
Likе a makeup artist, shoot his face and left him beat (Ha)
I'ma bounce out with this Glock and put a n*gga on a tee (bow, bow, bow, bow)
Ayy, whodie where you from? 'Round the corner, call it smoke then
In the ocean with piranhas, with them sharks we be surfin' (Ha)
He cut just like magnolia, put a n*gga on a shirt then
Can't beef wit' 1200, 'cuz them n*ggas, they be workin' (12)
Can't go out like Ralph Dallas, 'cuz that n*gga there be twerkin' (Hahaa)
It's all fun and games, 'til yo whole family hurtin'
And now this sh*t over, 'cuz the doctor closed the curtains
Sendin' shots out that big Bentley truck (big Bentley truck)
Trigger happy, say my name and I'll spark you up (Bup bup, bup)
Dissin' in raps, but it's the wrong tree that you barkin' up (Barkin' up)
Peroxide, alchohol, boy, I stay in the cut (In the cut)
In and out the beef, middleman playin' Double Dutch (Double Dutch)
Just got the drop, we at his spot, you know we shot it up (Shot it up)
2015, was on that lean, and was molly'd up (Molly'd up)
And for Osama, boy, you know we got our bodies up (Osama)
n*gga
In the big body truck (Big body truck)
I bring that pain, you say my name, you better duck (Brr, bup)
Just caught him lackin', his face stupid, now he stuck (Now he stuck)
We in the club, I'm poppin' out, let's send it up (Let's send it up, n*gga)
(On gang)
[Verse 2: La Cracka]
Get down (Get down)
Gon' head and diss, I bet yo mama frown
ARP up in this b*tch, look wrong, I get to sprayin' rounds (Boom boom boom boom)
Don't come this way, drivin' down ABlock, you get yo' car flipped
These choppa bullets, aim the stick right at him, watch his body rip (Watch it rip)
Dead n*ggas, smoke 'em every day, do that sh*t for fun
You n*ggas stupid, still ain't learn, don't leave the house without yo' gun (Stupid n*gga)
You n*ggas really broke, drop that bag, I come get the funds (I'm gon' get it)
Better use yo' feet when you see me, boy, you better run
La Cracka Jack, ask the opps about me, I'm the f*ckin' one (I'm the one)
And what's-his-name, (Yeah) he a b*tch, (Yeah) that's my f*ckin' son (That's my son)
Got a brand new stolen car, and a brand new gun
[?] on that Glock, that b*tch go (Grrrt), now you can't see your son