Goin’ Down

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama, Fabolous & Both] Y'all ready? This what it's all about, right? The quality, the streets, the music Quality Street Music, nice [Verse 1: Fabolous] Quality shit, they holla we it These fake niggas who rich, we checkin' every dollar we get I'm on some "flyer than a pilot be" shit Why you on some ol' "tryna figure out who stylin' me" shit? Women only cheat for a reason, I probably be it Molly she want, Molly she get Out in L.A. at the day party, Saturday at Colony shit Sorry niggas, that-away with your apology shit You lame niggas make me break out, allergy shit We was leaders before they knew how many follows we get Ridin' to some Wu-Tang, while I be lit Maybe put shoes on the Ghost, Wallabee shit You little niggas don't get it, do you? And if you got it, I'm one of the few that get it to you Drama said it's goin' down so I brought some loot out Racked up like the balls at the three-point shootout [Chorus: T-Pain, Fabolous, & Yo Gotti] Man, it's goin' down (It's goin' down, yeah), get at me I do it for my town (For my town), 'cause they let me I came from the ground (From the ground), counting my blessings Yeeeah, yeah Man, it's goin' down (Yeah, it's goin' down), get at me I do it for my town (Yeah, for my town), because they let me I came from the ground (From the ground), counting my blessings Yeeeah, yeah (Haa) [Verse 2: Yo Gotti, DJ Drama, Lil Jon] Drama, niggas don't understand you, other shit that man do Quality street music, the Feds'll try to ban you I'm on my rapper shit, tryna get out my trapper shit Got it on my computer shit, should've been on my Apple shit Runnin' from squad cars, givin' 'em crack bars I dropped the Gangsta Grillz, now I'm a hood star (Gangsta!) Now I'm a hood star (Told y'all!) That mean I push cocaine or show a whole thang In my hood, I got an alias, don't say my whole name I'm a hood star Homie, they gon' lock me up, I'm still gon' make it to the top nigga Paid off violence, they sayin' we pirates This quality music from the hood to the islands They indicted my nigga, haters want him to fail Who thought quality street music could send ya to jail? [Chorus: T-Pain & Yo Gotti] Man, it's goin' down (It's goin' down), get at me (Yeah) I do it for my town (For my town), 'cause they let me (Chea) I came from the ground (From the ground), counting my blessings Yeeeah, yeah (Ha, Quality Street Music) Man, it's goin' down (It's goin' down), get at me (It's goin' down, nigga) I do it for my town (For my town), because they let me I came from the ground (From the ground), counting my blessings Yeeeah, yeah [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] Ay, ay, I'm just tryna get some bread Quality street music, I'll do time in the Feds Feds, they sayin' hip-hop dead Just got a text from Drama and this is what it read "This that cocaine music and we do this shit with quality" Rep it to it's highest point, that's why nobody hot as me DJ, DJ bring that shit back for me I told you so, DJ Drama made a sack for me Now I'm sacked up and I'm racked up When I hit the club, I'ma act up And I'm goon'd down and I'm MAC'd up And I dare a nigga to come act up I'm bottle poppin', I'm hoe boppin' I'm pullin' up and I'm show stoppin' Twelve-pack of that Rosé, six-pack of that gold And I'm goin' so hard, my dawg behind bars Took my first million dollars, went and spent them on cars Sixty-four for the Rollie watch Eighty pointers and they head up Thirty shots in the semi-cocked And I ain't never been scared of DJ Drama, we the realest, nigga Street music make 'em feel it, nigga [Chorus: T-Pain with Yo Gotti, Yo Gotti & DJ Drama] Man, it's goin' down (It's goin' down, chea), get at me I do it for my town (For my town), 'cause they let me I came from the ground (From the ground), counting my blessings Yeeeah, yeah Man, it's goin' down (It's goin' down), get at me I do it for my town (For my town), because they let me (DJ Drama, what's up homie? That's how it's done) I came from the ground (From the ground) counting my blessings Yeeeah, yeah (You know what's up with me nigga, I'm certified) [Outro: DJ Drama & Yo Gotti] It go grind right, mind right Only if I could see this shit in hindsight Put me on the scale, make sure I'm weighin' right And put a couple grams on my Sony mic Quality Street Music, nigga