Touch The Ground lyrics

[Intro: Akon & Kenzo Balla]
(Elias Beatz)
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground (Grrah-grrah)
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza (Like, like)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer (Grrah-grrah)
Hey ladies, drop it down (Like)
Just wanna see you touch the ground (Every opp shot)
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza (Everything dead)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla & Akon]
Bullets they hit him, turn him to a dancer (Turn him to a dancer)
n*ggas don't want no smoke, 'cause they got cancer (They got cancer)
If you dissing me, then I'ma blam ya (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I don't give a f*ck about no cameras (f*ck about no cameras)
Outside buggin', totin' on the hammer (Totin' on the hammеr)
Chrome heart, black and white just likе a panda (Like a Panda)
Last opp got lucky that it jammed up (Lucky that it jammed up)
Other n*gga dead, go pick ya' mans up (Pick ya mans up)
I'ma get up close and lay him down (Lay him down)
I wanna see that n*gga (Touch the ground)
On my bully, looking for the Hounds (Looking for the Hounds)
Bend through the Hill, let off a couple rounds
Kenzo Balla uppin' at the crowd
Smoking on Country Caine without' the pound (Grrah-grrah, boom)
What now? Man down, flockin' at n*ggas 'cause I love the sound ('Cause I love the sound)
Bullets go in him, he sh*ttin' out hollows (sh*tting out hollows)
Me and my n*ggas into crackin' tacos (Crackin' tacos)
Bend the Well, I'm looking for the opps though (Looking for the opps though)
They ain't outside, take a trip to the Vatos (Trip to the Vatos)
5'z on top, we gon' f*ck up the spot though (f*ck up the spot though)
But we ain't coming if we can't bring chop though (If he can't be chopped though)
Every time I seen the opps, they got low (They got low)
'Cause wherever I'm going, my knocks go (My Knock go)
All these new opps, who jacking these n*ggas?
They just dissin', we clapping at n*ggas (Clappin' at n*ggas)
Finger itchin', fiending for the trigger (Fiending for the trigger)
b*tch, I'm with Max and Tana, we them drillers (We them drillers)
Opps pus*y, them n*ggas ain't killers (n*ggas ain't killers)
Smoking on Lotti, got poked in his liver
sh*t real, but this sh*t could get realer (sh*t could get realer)
n*ggas is foo, we gon' cook him like dinner (Cook him like dinner)
Don't run, don't trip, don't fall, don't slip (Dont trip, don't slip)
I'ma up it and click from my hip (Click from my hip)
Get right up on him, turn him into a spliff (Turn him into a spliff)
Who click? Who spin? Who b*tch? Who bend? (Who bend?)
If it's war, this sh*t'll never end (sh*t'll never end)
I'm tryna kill a n*gga and his friend, like
Me and Rayy gon' blitz on a opp
2-3 chops gon' click on the opps, like (Click on the opps)
I'ma flock this sh*t until he drop ('Til he drop)
Send shots if that n*gga bunny hop
Pus-pus*y n*ggas never play they block (Never play they block)
n*ggas got shot and took it on a hop (Took it on the hop)
Moving rock 'cause the wocks in the spot (Ewokk)
Choppas on us, we got knockers on knocks (Knockers on knocks)
Big knock, and this sh*t got a kick
I could never put trust in a b*tch (Put trust in a b*tch)
I could only put trust in my blick (My blick)
Hop out, tryna hit him in his sh*t (Hit him in his sh*t)
Lotta' opps gettin' took off the list (Gettin' took off the list)
It's a whole lotta' opps in my spliff (Opps in my spliff)
It's a whole lotta' shots in my grip (Shots in my grip)
How many stupid n*ggas that got hit? Like
[Verse 2: Rayy Balla]
Keep clicking 'til he touch the ground (Touch the ground)
We catch a hit then we fly outta' town (Fly outta' town)
Call up Kenzo, he slide with the pound (Slide wit' the pound)
Watch how the MAC movin' up at the crowd (Up at the crowd)
n*ggas talk, but they never around (Never around)
Me and my n*ggas, we tryna link now (What?)
Talk on bro, get you shot to the ground
Shoot him again if he making a sound (Grrah-grrah)
I be laughin' and jokin' (What?) but all the shooting, I'm promoting (I am)
If I ain't got the knock, I'ma poke him
f*ck that, told Lil' G, "Run him over"
Pop a perc', I hate it when I'm sober
She be fiending, tellin' me, "Come over"
Hit it twice then leave it, I'm a loner
When these bullets hit him, he a goner
He a goofy, now he getting rolled up
Spin they block, we steady doin' donuts
Get back, n*gga, what's the hold up?
When the opps see us, yeah, they froze up
They ain't shooting, n*gga, they ain't throw none
Get up close and rip him like a cold cut
They be talking but they gotta show us
How y'all spinning, but y'all never shoot?
Every time we spin, tryna' hit more then 2
Click-clack, n*gga get left on the news (Grrt, baow-baow)
Don't try to front and go out like a fool
n*ggas know wassup and they know what we do
n*gga tried to run and got shot out his shoes
Boy, you better duck when I run into you
n*gga, I been clickin', this ain't nothing new
Pass it off to Kenzo, he know what to do, like
[Verse 3: TG Crippy & Akon]
f*ck the opps, why they all on my di*k? (Like, why?)
They keep saying they looking for Rips (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Shut the f*ck up, you ain't looking for sh*t
Dubskii, Unchii, dead on the strip, like (Goddamn)
And these opp n*ggas no competition (Nothing)
They just mad, 'cause they mans went missing
Chase pop out, he tryna to dismiss 'em
How you know I was right there with him?
Tana my cousin, yeah, I know he gon' get 'em
We dropping the 4's while we looking for victims (Like, what?)
Who that right there? Go get 'em (Go get 'em)
If you up it, then you better hit him (Better hit 'em)
They dissin', but these n*ggas never be spinning
Country shootin', got me feeling different
These n*ggas is mad 'cause my n*ggas be winning (Like, why?)
How y'all mad 'cause my n*ggas be winning? Like (Ah)
On the Sev, you flocked it?
Nesty, you pus*y, you just need to stop it
How you flockin', but you never dropped sh*t?
I keep it on me, I ain't wit' the boxin' (Grrah-grrah, boom)
n*ggas feds, they be telling
How you gon' label my brother a menace? (Free bro)
Like Chess, not Checkers, so y'all better get it together
Free bro, never tellin'
Did you see how he (Touch the ground, oh my, God)
Oh, damn, oh, wow, how did it happen? I don't know how
Yus Gz, you a b*tch, and ya' clothes, fake as sh*t
Shot in your chest, what you did? (What you did?)
n*ggas know you ain't never do sh*t (You ain't never do sh*t)
Move Look got hit in his sh*t (Like, what?)
And the Blockwork n*gga a b*tch
D&D, n*gga, you ain't do sh*t, OY-OGz said you a snitch (Like)
Got a Glock and it came with a stick
Beam on the chop, ain't no way I'ma miss
If he trip, he get shot, you know when he dead when his whole body drop, like (Like, what?)
f*ck that, I'm on hots
You ran on Woo Lotti, let that n*gga die, like
Smoking Yellow, got me high
You talking on JB, now you gotta die, like
Smoking Caine, got me high
If I catch Lil D, he gon' (Touch the ground, ahh)
He ain't dead, then we spinning around
Dubskii shootin', right out the pound, like
[Verse 4: Kenzo Balla, Rayy Balla & Akon]
f*ck the Gz, them n*ggas needa stop (n*ggas needa stop)
They don't do sh*t when they bend on the Flocks (When they bend on the flocks)
I told cuzzie, "Don't stop 'til he drop" (Don't stop till he drop)
5th to the sev, we gon' make this sh*t hot (Grrah-grrah, boom)
We keep spinning 'til somebody drop
Hop out the V, tryna clear out the block (Grrah-grrah)
TG with us and he brought the mop
Spot us a Vato and he getting shot
Like, what? Like, how?
Rah Rah, Mexxy (Touch the ground)
I'ma flock, I ain't playing around
Get up real close and I'm laying him down
We up, y'all down
Dubskii, Lotti (Touch the ground, oh my god)
And my 'ooters, they don't play around
Pass us and watch how they boom at the crowd (Grrah-grrah)
Spinnin' T's, I'm totin' on a pound
Catch Yus Gz, he gon'- (Touch the ground)
Catch a O and leave him on the ground
We stay on court, these n*ggas out of bounds
Spin the Well, I'm looking for a Hound
Catch Lil' Bookie, he gon'- (Touch the ground)
I'ma flock this sh*t, I love the sound
Me and my n*ggas, we always around, like

[Outro: Akon & Kenzo Balla]
Hey ladies, drop it down (Grrah)
Just wanna see you touch the ground (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza (Every opp shot)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer (Ahh)
Hey ladies, drop it down (Everything dead)
Just wanna see you touch the ground (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza (Grrah)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer (MB, grrah-grrah)