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"It's Goin' Down (featuring Nitti)

Nitty:

Here we go again

Ghetto field, USA

You know I go by the name Nitty, right?

I gotta introduce you to

Anotha muthafucka in my squad right

This nigga go by the name of Joc

He resides in College park, right

But for right now

What we gotta do for y'all

We gotta give y'all a hitNiggas in my face

Damn near every day

Ask a million questions, like, "Joc, where you stay?"

Tell 'em College Park

Where they chop cars

In twenty grand, spend a grand at the bar

Just bought a zone

J's on my feet

I'm on that Patron, so get like me

'69 cutlass wit' the bucket seats

Beat in my trunk ballin' just for the freaks

Catch me in the hood

Posted at the store

Pistol in my lap, on the phone countin' dough

If ya girl choose

Let her do her thang

Just like her mama - nice ass, nice brain

Everybody love me

I'm so fly

Nigga throw the deuces every time I ride by

I know you wonder why

I'm so cool

Don't ask me

Just do what you do[Chorus]

Meet me in the trap

It's goin' down

Meet me in the mall

It's goin' down

Meet me in the club

It's goin' down

Anywhere you meet me guaranteed to go downVerse number two

Do the damn thang

Cubes on my neck

Pocket full a Ben Franks

When I'm in the mall

Hos just pause

Pop a few tags; gimme dat on da wall

Time to flip the work

Make the block bump

Boys 'n da Hood

Call me Black by my trunk

Dope boy magic

Seven days a week

Number one record

Long as Nitty on the beat

Oh, I think they like me

Betta yet I know

Lights, camera, action

When I walk through the door

Niggas know my crew; we certified stars

Valet in the front 'bout thirty-five cars

Bitches in the back

Black in the coupe

Girls likin' girls

Time to recruit

If you gotta problem, say it to my face

We can knuckle up anytime, any place[Chorus]Time to set it off

Let these niggas know

Have they ever seen a Chevy wit' them butterfly doors?

I ride real slow; no need to speak

Gotta make sure they see the buckets on my feet

Feds on my trail; they don't think I know

I keep my hands clean 'cause I never touch dough

Every time I see 'em; look 'em in they eyes

Ask me how I know? It's me surprise

Put it in the air; rep where you stay

Take a step back, blow the Kush in they face

Stuntin' is a habit

Let 'em see the karats

I'm a make it rain, nigga

I ain't 'fraid to share it[Chorus]Nitty:

Yeah

Yung Joc

Nitty strikes again

This a nitty beat, play-maker

So So Def, muthafucka

Songwriters

MOORE, CHADRON / ROBINSON, JASIELPublished by

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