Snow Tha Product, Ohana Bam - Get Down Low lyrics

Get down, get down low you know how that go
You gon' drop it to the floor
But, you know how that go
Get down, get down low

Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low get down, get down low
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low get down, get down low

'Sup bitch, 'sup hoe good game, cut throat
Shawty say that she love thugs oh
She better say no names if she got cuffs on
Lately I just do it for the fuck of it
Eyeliner so sharp that it'll cut a bitch
If it's Henny then of course I'll
Take a cup of it
Good luck getting me to give a fuck again
In, out and in out of state
I've been eatin' good
Never been out of shape
But, I've been out and sent
Out some bitches with weight
Better get out the pen now
And print outs the pay
I be in out and in out and in out of planes
I don't trip out but trip out
To get out of lane bitches hating on me
Better sit down and wait
Better get out cause this round
Gon' hit y'all and spray
Bitch get back before I blocka
You a bad bitch, I'm a bad motherfucker
Tell the valet bring the keys
Bring the truck up
When you talk to to me you
Better stand up and look up
Hoe get back cause I'm back now
Top producers bringing A1 tracks out
We about to make these
Motherfuckers black out
Mamacita make and bake and makin' cash now
Get down low

Get down, get down low you know how that go
You gon' drop it to the floor
But, you know how that go
Get down, get down low

Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low get down, get down low
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low get down, get down low

Snow-ee yo I spit that hot fire
If you ain't heard you got a cross wire
You ain't been on no shit that's not hard
You ain't gettin' no cake sweetheart
That's pop tart
You don't got it down like moi
When I spit bars, leave 'em all in awe
Five foot tall but the aura large
And in charge, I'm a boss
Leave your broad like, "God!"
Little mamacita got a lot of grip
They be noticing I be talking 'bout economy
Have you seen the Mexicana
With the dollars in and I get the cheese
I ain't lactose intolerant
So follow me when I get out
Bags and get out masks and, uh
Get out gats and get that cash and run
Hit that gas and hit that armored truck
Just sit back and flip that
In a month like whoo!
Ain't I tell y'all I'm here
Ain't I tell y'all I'm runnin'
Up and bustin' on 'em
Ain't I say this my year
Ain't I tell y'all I'm coming
Up and stuntin' on 'em
Cause, I've been on the phone closing deals
I've been talking 'bout how we gon'
Flip and we gon' spend it
I don't care if I'ma go legit or
If I'ma come in a ski mask
Bitch I'ma get it
Look, get down, get down low

Get down, get down low you know how that go
You gon' drop it to the floor
But, you know how that go
Get down, get down low

Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low get down, get down low
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low get down, get down low