Goin’ Down lyrics

by

Fabolous


[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 sh*t, they holla we it
These fake n*ggas who rich, we checkin' every dollar we get
I'm on some "flyer than a pilot be" sh*t
Why you on some ol' "tryna figure out who stylin' me" sh*t?
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 sh*t
Sorry n*ggas, that-away with your apology sh*t
You lame n*ggas make me break out, allergy sh*t
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 sh*t
You little n*ggas 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, n*ggas don't understand you, other sh*t that man do
Quality street music, the Feds'll try to ban you
I'm on my rapper sh*t, tryna get out my trapper sh*t
Got it on my computer sh*t, should've been on my Apple sh*t
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 n*gga
Paid off violence, they sayin' we pirates
This quality music from the hood to the islands
They indicted my n*gga, 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, n*gga)
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 sh*t with quality"
Rep it to it's highest point, that's why nobody hot as me
DJ, DJ bring that sh*t 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 n*gga 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-c*cked
And I ain't never been scared of
DJ Drama, we the realest, n*gga
Street music make 'em feel it, n*gga

[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 n*gga, I'm certified)
[Outro: DJ Drama & Yo Gotti]
It go grind right, mind right
Only if I could see this sh*t 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, n*gga
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