Gucci Mane - Get Down lyrics

[Hook: Quavo] Do you want me to put a price tag on your head n***a? (money) Do you want me to go find out where you laying n***a? (go get em) Do you want me to hit your block and start spraying n***a? No, they don't want me to hit they block and start spraying n***a Hit the block hey! Run in your house hey! f** n***a get down! [Verse 1: Quavo] Run in your house, where the money at? Where the dope at? Where the stash at? Dirty sticks automatic I'm opening fire in traffic I'm making your trap look like dinosaurs Extinct, Jura**ic I'm whipping that pot on a Gangsta Grill Shout out to Drama dramatic Who the f** told you that you can sell dope and step right on my block? And how many times have I told you I do not f** with the cops? (f** 12) GLAW GLAW GLAW, f** n***a don't know about me Keep f**ing with me n***a, they'll find you in a river somewhere in Chattanooga, Tennessee (gone!) [Hook: Quavo] [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] It's Guwop in this b**h and I got shooters too Snatch all the clothes out the mall like the looters do And all my b**hes got them racks, got a Hooters crew My rims are gorgeous, riding on forgies big as hula hoops f** the prosecution, I find a revolution Sell white Rolls Royces with focals, inspired it on constitution Whipping up babies that child abuse That dog food, hard, and powder too And 12 rottweilers that I feed gunpowder They bite, don't bark or growl at you These young n***as'll torture you, cartel will be proud of me Vato Poma Coto told me the federales onto you I told Vato man f** the feds and watch Guwop, they 'posed to do You local rappers dissing me, I'll put you on the local news [Hook: Quavo] [Verse 3: Offset] The pistol I got for my enemies Make em get in line like an a**embly You mugging too hard, you offending me I hit em with guns made in Germany I run in your house like a burglary I hit em with choppers he needing a surgery Crossing my line, I'm dropping that dime right on your mind Hit him in the spine I shoot the club up! I'm feelin like Shaq, just got out of jail and I don't wanna go back I'm knocking 'em off then I go out of the country I travel the world they call me Offset Borat These n***as ain't ready, spray like confetti My n***as is lunatics but we not Nelly Don't think that I'm scared, don't think I'm not scary Cause young n***a walking with multiple felonies [Verse 4: Takeoff] You don't want Takeoff to find out where you lay your head at I'm in your window, I'm at your back door f** n***a where is the Benjamins at? Me and my n***as, we creeping like Jeepers Creeper Pull up on your block K right next to the speaker I got the falcons, the seagulls, the eagles Paper soldiers like I'm Beanie Sigel You can f** with that n***a but my dope is cleaner You can shop with him but my price is cheaper You don't want me to go get my young n***as And pull up and hop out and spray at your people Price tag on your head Talking about QC then we gone get physical AK out the window, this sh** gone get critical Got certified shooters, ain't no way they missing you [Hook: Quavo]