Down to F**k
Bongo turn it up
Bongo by the way
I'm tryna put my name on it (ooh, yeah)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no tat though (oh, no, no, no, no)
Clap some, face down, ass up (hey, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna put my name on it
Talkin' 'bout early in the morning
We can after party just a little bit more (ooh, yeah)
Down for it if you still around for it (yeah, yeah)
I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck
Keep it hush don't say too much (yeah)
Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up)
DTF, I'm down to fuck
If The Game gave a fuck about a bitch, no, wouldn't ever happen
Catch a nigga hoppin' out a Benz Wagon
Pocket full of Magnums, never sweat 'em, fuck 'em and pass 'em
YG tell 'em what's brackin', bool
Ayy, I'm just a nigga that went platinum
Nigga, with that MAC, baby, I got stamina, uh
Beat it up with the spatula
Spaced out like NASA, bite your neck like I'm Dracula, ooh
You niggas better understand me
I let go that hoe go now you got yourself a family, woah
You a sucker like that
Oh, she call you Jayceon, I gotta fuckin' like that, woah
I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck
Keep it hush don't say too much (yeah)
Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up)
DTF, I'm down to fuck
If YG got a problem, I do, 21 guns salute, Piru
Hold up Chuck Taylor, YG got the juice
If YG got a problem, YG gon' do the do
Gucci suit, flamed up, for the Grammy's
LA a no-fly-zone, take it to Miami
Take it to New York, take it to the Chi
Met a bitch in South Africa and fucked her in Dubai, bye
Parachute, fuck her in the sky
Put that on my momma I'ma try 'fore I die
Boo'd up to boo'd up, that's the vibe
Fuckin' on your bitch when you don't know, that's a crime
Yeah, Game beat it up
Throw it in the shower then Game eat it up
Soap and the towel, yeah, Game clean it up
Rap game full of pussies, nigga, Game get enough
But your bitch
I'm tryna put my name on it (ooh, yeah)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no tat though (oh, no, no, no, no)
Clap some, face down, ass up (hey, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna put my name on it
Talkin' 'bout early in the morning
We can after party just a little bit more (ooh, yeah)
Down for it if you still around for it (yeah, yeah)
I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck
Keep it hush don't say too much (yeah)
Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up)
DTF, I'm down to fuck
Bongo by the way
I'm tryna put my name on it (ooh, yeah)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no tat though (oh, no, no, no, no)
Clap some, face down, ass up (hey, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna put my name on it
Talkin' 'bout early in the morning
We can after party just a little bit more (ooh, yeah)
Down for it if you still around for it (yeah, yeah)
I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck
Keep it hush don't say too much (yeah)
Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up)
DTF, I'm down to fuck
If The Game gave a fuck about a bitch, no, wouldn't ever happen
Catch a nigga hoppin' out a Benz Wagon
Pocket full of Magnums, never sweat 'em, fuck 'em and pass 'em
YG tell 'em what's brackin', bool
Ayy, I'm just a nigga that went platinum
Nigga, with that MAC, baby, I got stamina, uh
Beat it up with the spatula
Spaced out like NASA, bite your neck like I'm Dracula, ooh
You niggas better understand me
I let go that hoe go now you got yourself a family, woah
You a sucker like that
Oh, she call you Jayceon, I gotta fuckin' like that, woah
I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck
Keep it hush don't say too much (yeah)
Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up)
DTF, I'm down to fuck
If YG got a problem, I do, 21 guns salute, Piru
Hold up Chuck Taylor, YG got the juice
If YG got a problem, YG gon' do the do
Gucci suit, flamed up, for the Grammy's
LA a no-fly-zone, take it to Miami
Take it to New York, take it to the Chi
Met a bitch in South Africa and fucked her in Dubai, bye
Parachute, fuck her in the sky
Put that on my momma I'ma try 'fore I die
Boo'd up to boo'd up, that's the vibe
Fuckin' on your bitch when you don't know, that's a crime
Yeah, Game beat it up
Throw it in the shower then Game eat it up
Soap and the towel, yeah, Game clean it up
Rap game full of pussies, nigga, Game get enough
But your bitch
I'm tryna put my name on it (ooh, yeah)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no tat though (oh, no, no, no, no)
Clap some, face down, ass up (hey, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna put my name on it
Talkin' 'bout early in the morning
We can after party just a little bit more (ooh, yeah)
Down for it if you still around for it (yeah, yeah)
I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck
Keep it hush don't say too much (yeah)
Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up)
DTF, I'm down to fuck
Credits
Writer(s): Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Uforo Imeh Ebong, Jeremy P. Felton, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Anthony Clemons Jr.
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