Mike Mutz - (Bonus Track) Going Down [feat. Payne]

Finna fatten up my pockets
We keep pulling up w hot shit
They be wanting us to slow down
Yeah we ain't ever gonna stop it
If I want it imma cop it
All the bitches they be flocking
And you know what's going down
They be twerkin shakin on some thot shit

Shawty you know that you going Down
Straight up is where I been riding round
I got some homies who hold a pound
Everyday I'm Trynna flex the sound
While Dreaming bout Gucci n patek
You know that I got to have it
Cup got me feeling romatic
I swear that I'm flying while dancin

Get the money then you know imma slide
She want money so she hop in my ride
Think it's funny cause she one of the sides
I ain't wifen nothing less than a dime
Man I swear that I am one of kind
Smokin and spitten ain't taken no lines
Other motherfuckers rotten they minds
Druggy rappers who don't know how to rhyme

I am knight in the midst of a war
I've seen a lot and I'm bound to see more
I keep it calm spit a verse like a psalm
Future in my hands I can read off my palm
I got a gift I got the drip
Payne got the pack I got the flip
My tracks slap Dre beats Bang
It's Millerszn don't step to my Gang

Finna fatten up my pockets
We keep pulling up w hot shit
They be wanting us to slow down
Yeah we ain't ever gonna stop it
If I want it imma cop it
All the bitches they be flocking
And you know what's going down
They be twerkin shakin on some thot shit

Shawty you know that you going Down
Straight up is where I been riding round
I got some homies who hold a pound
Everyday I'm Trynna flex the sound
While Dreaming bout Gucci n patek
You know that I got to have it
Cup got me feeling romatic
I swear that I'm flying while dancin

Down where u go
Right down to da toe
Used be a friend damn now you a foe
U average a joe mutz fast he a pro
Lil mama say "woah" now I'm crashin the boat
Boy ya hands too slow my bands gon grow
Trynna make my track trap like some camron snow
Cop gas for the low but you can't get my gas for the low have u stuck like ya gas on low
W ya hands on door then u gon cop more w a bag of da toe
Let ya smoke stay hot
Like a black top lot
In the middle of the summer at ball court spot
Where you stain n plot cause ya mans got got
Fighting cause he got fouled up top
Don't talk bitch stop
Begging for the cuff bitch ain't no op
No cap no cop no cap no cop
Ugh

Finna fatten up my pockets
We keep pulling up w hot shit
They be wanting us to slow down
Yeah we ain't ever gonna stop it
If I want it imma cop it
All the bitches they be flocking
And you know what's going down
They be twerkin shakin on some thot shit

Shawty you know that you going Down
Straight up is where I been riding round
I got some homies who hold a pound
Everyday I'm Trynna flex the sound
While Dreaming bout Gucci n patek
You know that I got to have it
Cup got me feeling romatic
I swear that I'm flying while dancin

I am knight in the midst of a war
I've seen a lot and I'm bound to see more
I keep it calm spit a verse like a psalm
Future in my hands I can read off my palm
I got a gift and I got the drip
Payne got the pack I got the flip
My tracks slap Dre beats Bang
It's Millerszn don't step to my Gang

Written by:
Mike Mutz

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