Chris Miles, Tim Chantarangsu - Shut It Down lyrics

That bass been bumpin' and we
Ain't gonna turn it down
Our neighbors getting mad but we
Gon keep it loud
Them drawers be droppin' when they
See us come around
Me and Traphik up in here and they
Know we gonna shut it down

See everybody know what the name be now
When you play the sound so haters get back
(Move) too fly like a bird or a plane
Or a nerve with a brain with a crazy jet pack
(Pwoosh) hey girl let me hit that
Hit it raw like a steak I eat (Yup)
After I smash I'mma pass it to Chris
He look young but he got a fake ID (Yes)
What's good? I'm boucin' around the talk of
The town when I'm in my hood (Yea)
OGs in the block know me they
Be like youngin' as you should (Yea)
When I throw that D
They know it's me all bitches wanna catch it
(Hey)
From the classy ones to the trashy ones
I make 'em all get ratchet (Ratchet)
So that's it, you're plastic
And my watch is a gold one
Your girl got a flat screen booty
My girls looking like the old ones (Damn)
Yo Tim that's cold son
But really I don't give a fuck
Tim pac I rep for the west and
I'm about to hit em up (Westside)
I'm a beast I'm a boss, bitch I'm godly (Yes)
Every single thing you ever wanted, I embody
(Uh) i pimp like Barney Stinson and I
Cop some hate for it
But, I'm so legendary you ain't
Gotta wait for it (Bitch)

Hello, ghetto, what the hell you're tryna do?
Kill me on my own track I don't even like you
I do damage and nobody in the world
With the similar flow and real talent
Spin it get a bit of it into your
Brain when I fricken come around
Whether that you coming down a bit
But, I will never stop though
And even everywhere but got no acto
I go Godzilla man I wonder
Is it possible to rhyme so fly with some
I'm a prodigy, honestly I could be dope
But, Im not even trying no lie, oh my
It's Chris Miles with a flow
That defies these guys
See my swag when I come up in the building
Me and Tim we about to make a killing, really
I ain't even playing with her man
Your girl chillin' but she
Sayin' that she isn't
You sayin' you a man but
You lookin' like a pussy
Chris Miles go hard to the pain
Cause youre about to get it
Make it, forget them haters i come in
We're spitting the fire that
Get them lames jealous
Soon as yall start I end it, let me spit it
Hop on the track
Lil kid but they giving him a case of ganz
When I step up they step
Down and stretch the facts
Well it depends where I got
My first central catch
You can try to run the game with your asthma
I go crazy like Taz does
Yeah we ahead of all y'all, man
Traphik ain't even in traffic, easy