Get Low

[Intro: ABG Neal] Great John on the beat, by the way I get the bag and run it up (Run it up) I get the bag and run it up (Run it up) [Chorus: ABG Neal] I get the bag and run it up (Run it up) You gotta be special ed, thinkin' 'bout runnin' up We make it hot, look like the sun is up (Look like the sun is up) Right by the Tommy's, that's where the gun is tucked (That's where the gun is tucked) Damn Pull out your gun, then you better blow Bro off a pill when he do a drill So when he get high, you better get low [Verse 1: Sleepy Hallow] Know we make it hot, summer Lil' bitch, I'm the shit, plumber Back out the stick, make it beat like a drummer I ain't lyin', I keep it a hunna My shooters be sliding, you die if you run up I pull up, put a bag on your brother That nigga still hot and I know he a chucker Can't respect him, can't wait 'til we catch him Tell broski to wet him, spread bullets like butter Fuck the plug, he ain't gettin' no money Bitch gon' fuck 'cause I came from the gutter She heard I be trappin', I made her my sucker They ain't wit it, I know that they cappin' My gang get to clappin', they runnin' for cover Yeah, they runnin' for cover Yeah, they runnin for cover [Chorus: ABG Neal] I get the bag and run it up (Run it up) You gotta be special ed, thinkin' 'bout runnin' up We make it hot, look like the sun is up (Look like the sun is up) Right by the Tommy's, that's where the gun is tucked (That's where the gun is tucked) Damn Pull out your gun, then you better blow Bro off a pill when he do a drill So when he get high, you better get low [Verse 2: Sleepy Hallow] Look, please don't play with the bros I promise they see you, they doin' the most Look, can't hit no lick and go ghost I ride with my brothers, we splittin' the toast Back 'em down, I'm like Shaq in the post Yeah, I could do it, don't need nobody close Is you ridin', you ready to go? You say you bangin', better buy you a pole Strapped up, ain't no leavin' it home Don't act up, we put one in your dome Get clapped up, now your name on a stone Throw racks up, watching bitches unfold Since a youngin', we was all buggin' Tryna make the block hot when it's cold, yeah (Tryna make the block hot when it's cold) [Chorus: ABG Neal] I get the bag and run it up (Run it up) You gotta be special ed, thinkin' 'bout runnin' up We make it hot, look like the sun is up (Look like the sun is up) Right by the Tommy's, that's where the gun is tucked (That's where the gun is tucked) Damn Pull out your gun, then you better blow Bro off a pill when he do a drill So when he get high, you better get low