AJ Tracey - It's Going Down lyrics

[Intro: Santi] Listen [Hook: Santi] Heard you're flipping food, so it's going down Yeah, I came with Loonz and it's going down Heard you wanna shoot, so it's going down Masters of the booth, little p**y, don't make a sound Heard your money's up, so it's going down You heard we're f**ing nuts and it's going down Bally got the gloves, so it's going down Yeah, that money talk so nah, we don't make a sound [Verse 1: AJ Tracey] Too much to handle Extended clip on the handle These bruddas singing like Randall They want that tag on my ankle It's getting dismantled If we got beef, then you're cancelled I'll leave you lost in that forest It's Gretel and Hansel You see, my borough's got money We ball like the Lakers I wanna drive a Ferrari And live on two hundred acres Nah, I ain't a journalist I go hard for the papers I get the heater, I'm burning this Shots to my haters I'm sending love to my lovers Them females, them honeys They thick as f**, call them money Cause she got money, I love her She go down under the cover Get brain, then I'm smothered But n***a, I don't love b**hes I love their arses and titties Models I'm kissing I keep them thick n***as dissing And man got swishers, he swishing He's counting mula and piffing Money, we winning Cause if I'm winning, you winning From early, I've been on sinning Bad breed but I had a vision [Hook: Santi] Heard you're flipping food, so it's going down Yeah, I came with Loonz and it's going down Heard you wanna shoot, so it's going down Masters of the booth, little p**y, don't make a sound Heard your money's up, so it's going down You heard we're f**ing nuts and it's going down Bally got the gloves, so it's going down Yeah, that money talk so nah, we don't make a sound [Verse 2: Santi] I already told you Family, it's going down They say I'm too ga**ed like "Please, can you tone it down" Vicious four fizzy by my side When I'm rolling round Pick the parcel up, bag it up And then I throw it down Vicious up in that trap With that fizzy up on my lap I can spray it up in your cap If you really think that you're bad Counting riches with the batch While I'm blowing up on that dank f**ing with Sants can get you clapped Like you must be f**ing mad Trainers you ain't seen I've got these pussies looking weak Got the finest in my team Lord knows we're locking streets I'll load it up and I'll clap it up To remind you that you bleed Lord knows I've gotta eat I keep that sprayer in my jeans, like Looney said he's down So I told him come around, like Pistol in your pouch I'll make it whistle in your mouth What drought you talking 'bout? My G, I'm still about Said he's making pounds So the squad go hit him down [Hook: Santi] Heard you're flipping food, so it's going down Yeah, I came with Loonz and it's going down Heard you wanna shoot, so it's going down Masters of the booth, little p**y, don't make a sound Heard your money's up, so it's going down You heard we're f**ing nuts and it's going down Bally got the gloves, so it's going down Yeah, that money talk so nah, we don't make a sound