Lyrics Get On Down - Finesse

Hand in the pocket it's a Glock in the coat
Thinking bout days when my heart wasn't broke
Crackers on my ass on talk to them folks
Henny In the air made the bitch drive the boat
She'd talk to me she just ran to a post
Baking soda gone so I ran to the store
Talk about my problems to fan or a bro
Can't even tell who's a friend or a foe
Off these drugs can't feel no more
Kilt once he'd wanna kill nomore
Even tho I don't sip sill nomore
Reach points where I den wanna live no more
Snaked me once and played close
I can tell you ain't been here before
Heart numb I can't feel no more
They cross my once I kill them both
Talk shit We gone get they ass by tomah
Fuck home I'm getting head in the car
Cross me he gone be dead by to tomah
Head shot he gone take led to the jaw
Played it close but I stood too far
AR feel like a new guitar
On give a fuck bout who you are
Bullets hook up to his Bluetooth car

Red tip shell mane these mother fucking hoes change the mood
Hands in the air told pussy ass nigga don't move
Think shit cool try walking a mile in my shoes
Fuck these bitches on trust em they gone always choose

Get on down I'm bout to pull it off the hip
Get on down this bitch hold a 30 clip
Get on down or we gone see a body flip
Get on down im bout to make his shawty strip

Grabbed that glock I shoot the most
Me and my bitch go back and forward
Tell me why you acting foe
That dick got you Distracted hoe
Cooling kit that fan gone blow
AR came with a brand new scope
Bitch Pharrell I move that dope
Aye bitch why you moving For

Red tip shell mane these mother fucking hoes change the mood
Hands in the air told pussy ass nigga don't move
Think shit cool try walking a mile in my shoes
Fuck these bitches on trust em they gone always choose

Get on down I'm bout to pull it off the hip
Get on down this bitch hold a 30 clip
Get on down or we gone see a body flip
Get on down and then I make his shawty strip