Goin' Down

[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 shit, they holla we it

These fake niggas who rich, we checkin' every dollar we get

I'm on some "flyer than a pilot be" shit

Why you on some ol' "tryna figure out who stylin' me" shit?

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 shit

Sorry niggas, that-away with your apology shit

You lame niggas make me break out, allergy shit

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 shit

You little niggas 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, niggas don't understand you, other shit that man do

Quality street music, the Feds'll try to ban you

I'm on my rapper shit, tryna get out my trapper shit

Got it on my computer shit, should've been on my Apple shit

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 nigga

Paid off violence, they sayin' we pirates

This quality music from the hood to the islands

They indicted my nigga, 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, nigga)

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 shit with quality"

Rep it to it's highest point, that's why nobody hot as me

DJ, DJ bring that shit 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 nigga 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-cocked

And I ain't never been scared of

DJ Drama, we the realest, nigga

Street music make 'em feel it, nigga

[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 nigga, I'm certified)

[Outro: DJ Drama & Yo Gotti]

It go grind right, mind right

Only if I could see this shit 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, nigga