DJ Pharris, Lil Durk and Lil Zay Osama - Get Down

(DJ Pharris)
Uh, uh, go, go
(This Chicago, nigga)
Yeah, uh, uh
Let's get down, let's get down, let's get down, let's get-
Uh, uh, go

Uh, just two hunnid the whip
That bitch ain't nothin' to hit
Mike Amiri the skinnies
All blue benjis want nothin' but lip
Better know I got one on the hip
Better know it's one in the melon
Three-time felon, the stick, and the switch
And we sip real drank, and we smoke real Za
Bitch don't worry 'bout how I got it, this my real car
Bitches I wanted to fuck back then out here real popped
And we ain't never callin' no peace treaty, bitch, we kill opps

Uh, only nigga crossed us and touched a million
Fucked it off got it back run up a billion
High speed chases fuck a civilian
Like I ain't made it I be trippin'
Uh, I can't leave without who I came wit'
I got money they tell me to change
Now I'm on that same shit
Bro in the can for the same shit
And they tryna put another case on him for a nigga chain, bitch
But that lawyer paid, bitch
I'm richer than all my opps, I'm bigger than all my opps
We killin' all our opps, who tellin'? All the opps
(Bro in the can for the same shit
And they tryna' put another case on him for a nigga chain, bitch
But that lawyer paid, bitch
I'm richer than all my opps, I'm bigger than all my opps
We killin' all our opps, who tellin'? All the opps)

Uh, just two hunnid the whip
That bitch ain't nothin' to hit
Mike Amiri the skinnies
All blue benjis want nothin' but lip
Better know I got one on the hip
Better know it's one in the melon
Three-time felon, the stick, and the switch
And we sip real drank, and we smoke real Za
Bitch don't worry 'bout how I got it, this my real car
Bitches I wanted to fuck back then out here real popped
And we ain't never callin' no peace treaty, bitch, we kill opps

(Let's get it)
Bitch I'm richer than my opps, and they biggest homies, yeah
All these niggas act like bitches, definition of it, uh
Keep my pistol on me, uh, pop his top he phony, uh
Cock that Glock back, chh-chh-boom, who she fuck? She told me
Play the opps inside this club while we in here just don't do that
Hittin' everybody else except for us, the opps is stupid
Rod Wave, I die with my Cuban, broad day, you'll die in a Uber
Fuck the opps they tired of snoozin'
Fuck the opps they tired of losin' (let's get it)
You talkin' 'bout weirdo hoes (yup)
Ya'll hoes share ya'll clothes (they do)
Opp hoes touch they toes (let's get it)
She say don't tell her brothers (nah)
I say no one knows (no one knows)
Audemar bust down rose (rose)
You in the striker pose (pose)
You love them typa' hoes (let's get it)
Uh, it's two hunnid the whip (yep)
She want two hunnid to hit (let's get it)
I fuck off my name, I'm slick (what?)
That nigga a lame he snitched (yeah)
Just stay in yo lane we rich (we rich)
That one opp lame as shit (as shit)
(That one opp lame, he bitch)
Yeah

Uh, just two hunnid the whip
That bitch ain't nothin' to hit
Mike Amiri the skinnies
All blue benjis want nothin' but lip
Better know I got one on the hip
Better know it's one in the melon
Three-time felon, the stick, and the switch
And we sip real drank, and we smoke real Za
Bitch don't worry 'bout how I got it, this my real car
Bitches I wanted to fuck back then out here real popped
And we ain't never callin' no peace treaty, bitch, we kill opps

Kill opps, bitch, we kill opps
Go, go, bitch, we kill opps
Bitch, get down, grrah, get down, get down
Grrah

Written by:
Darrell Cooper, Durk D. Banks, Isaiah G. Dukes

Publisher:
Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Royalty Network

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