Текст Vin Jay – Get Down

Motherfucker get down
Coming for the crown
Clip full of rhymes
Boy, you hear that gun sound

Make it drop like it was heavy
Bumping pac up in this Chevy
I been watching while they droppin
From the top like its confetti
Still I been plotting while they jocking
Now we be popping, shit that’s deadly
We about to launch a fucking missile
Come with the rocket like «I’m ready.»

Coming up from the bleachers
To pummel underachievers
I ain’t talkin jump rope
When I’m double dutching the cheeba
Buckled up in the Beamer
To come fuck with you divas
Yellin’ father please forgive me while
Sucker punching the preacher

Was never the one to make a subtle impression
My fucking tongue is a weapon
My teeth are tuckin the Wesson
See what you’ve done in the session
That shit was nothing impressive
That’s why they stock up on the features
Like a fungal infection

I Bet him, I kill him until I be coppin the plaque
That’s why I’m popping the Mac
At rock bottom of rap
They top dog till the fucking Rottweiler attack
You feel the pop in your back
You got a problem
Motherfucker get down

Coming for the crown
Clip full of rhymes
Boy, you hear that gun sound
Motherfucker get down
Tell them bitches we got next
Wanna fuck around be my guest
Motherfucker get down

Coming for the crown
Clip full of rhymes
Boy, you hear that gun sound
Motherfucker get down
Tell them bitches we got next
Wanna fuck around be my guest
Motherfucker get down

Shit, I give a fuck if you have been offended
These rappers acting like some bitches
Got confusing genetics
The dude is a menace
Who never leaves the booth it’s a fetish
Abusing phonetics while
Swallowin’ hallucinogenics
I’ve been on the pro level
I spit and corrode metal
Been the rap chef cooking up until the dough settles
Something that is so special
Fuck with the flow devil
Groupies Hanging on my neck
I rock them like some gold medals

Yeah so come on and gather around this cocky prick
Who’s only goal is to piss you off, I bet I probably did
On that karate shit
That’s Fucking up your body limbs
That pump raps
And make them jump back
Like a shotty kick
The flow we spit is a dope addiction
With no remission
They know the vision
Methodical like the like a slow incision
And labels tripping they know that I be they golden ticket
I tools them bitches to suck a dick
Motherfucker get down

Coming for the crown
Clip full of rhymes
Boy, you hear that gun sound
Motherfucker get down
Tell them bitches we go next
Wanna fuck around be my guest
Motherfucker get down

Coming for the crown
Clip full of rhymes
Boy, you hear that gun sound
Motherfucker get down
Tell them bitches we go next
Wanna fuck around be my guest
Motherfucker get down

Youngest prophet gang’s back up in it
You can’t stop the movement
Still independent, still fuckin the game up
YPG! Let’s get it