Pastor Troy - Who Down lyrics

[Intro: Pastor Troy] Yea, y'all know what time it is This your boy Pastor Troy checking in Oh yea, we reppin' baby! What up Luka Lansky! Let's get ‘em baby! It's on! We dedicate this joint To all the n***as out there (Y'all know what this is!) That's down to ride for some real a** n***as Publik Society baby! [Verse 1: Pastor Troy] (Once upon a, OK… Once upon a, OK…) Once upon a time in the Midwest, n***a I was getting money with some {thoroughbred?} n***as Up in Indiana, copping sh** from Atlanta n***as bought me a beach house in Savannah (x2) I came with that dope, that n***a didn't have an answer I went to f**ing Keisha, f**ing Neesha and Samantha And in my Glock fourty, black like a panther n***a try to rob me, leave him in a pamper Indiana Hoosier, b**h I'll shoot ya The PT Cruiser keeps that ruger Me and Luka smoking Buddha Headed to Cincinnati, smoking on Cali And this sh** I've got on is too flashy Five hundred dollar cologne, b**h get at me The pastor of disaster, better watch him, he's a problem That Publik Society, now who's down to ride for me? [Hook: Pastor Troy] Who down to ride for a n***a? Get money with a n***a? To grind with a n***a? To shine with a n***a? X4 [Verse 2: Luka Lansky] Who's down to ride… In a new school, in an old school Roll up ‘fore I roll through ‘Cause I blow dro like I grow dude And your bullsh**, it just won't do No, so I brought three, four, three Rolls and an '02 I get feet froze, no they won't move While you stuck in the couch thinking no glue Breathe smoke like it's ‘02 Inhale, exhale, I was in hell when I was with my ex, well Since we broke up, then I've been swell The man on file like Denzel {Like Penny, been about my process?} But I'm about my chips like Intel So let me talk my sh**, I'm getting rich, hell! Blowing money off the quick sales I say hit me up, they're like which cell? I've got to switch it up ‘cause I don't miss jail I know kingpins, never had a finger laid on him Still gotta be safe when you moving weight Like a body builder on a b**h, yea! Smoking gas but that ain't why I'm finna blow up Fire in my blunt, call that b**h a flamethrower She ain't ever been the same ever since she came over Game over, hooptie or Range Rover, n***a [Hook]