Coming Down

[Chorus: Big Kuntry King]

I'm coming down, ay, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain

Low down leather frame, nigga, fuck what these hoes saying

I'm coming down, ay, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying

[Verse 1: Big Kuntry King]

I'm coming down in the old school, candy look quite exelant

Bitches stop and stare like they possessed by the exersist

If I let them in, I bet they never wanna exit it

They see the rival of the skidem, rollin' on them peppermints

I got them higher than the lead singer from The Parliaments

Skatin' in the monster ride, muscle car so masculan

Hoes don't fall in my lap, my pimpin ain't no accsedent

They ask for this, when the blue their eyes to the limo tip

I'm on the highway dippin' in a 7 Michael Vick ini

I'm in a ridin', swervin' in your car, I'm bairly missing it

Turning up that Isaac Haze, smoking on that purple haze

So foggy up in the ride, can't even see if it's night or day

But right away, bitches feel of bill between each other lays

Nipple, nipple, nipples as they stroke each other handface

Hotel I'm on my way, fuck faces what we exchange

Just another episode of the Heavy Chevy, mane

[Chorus: Big Kuntry King]

I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying

I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying

I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying

I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying

[Verse 2: C-Rod]

I'm coming down, blowing swisher sweet, 91 'Lac with the wood in the bee

20 inch Daytons bull a tip of my feet and a big 44 with a scope and a beam

Mix the dro with the lean, put your hoe on the Benz, pull up on the scene, being down with the king

I owe the hoe's juice, if you know what I mean, cause the mug so mean and the paint so clean

Only joined the team, you should 'bout me, hoes come last and they worry 'bout me

You see this candy Fleet with these clown feet, it be drippin' paint all across the street

I leave the trill everywhere I go, they can tell it's me by the smell of the smoke

Coming down to the Simpson Road, see me shinin' from a distance, hoe

[Verse 3: T.I.]

Come on

Is this Chevelle Super Sport with the 454's, you see a 22 inches slip up out off the floor

And my tires burn rubber when I stop it and go, hit the gas and my pie style hotter than hoes

Looking under leather seats like watching a snow, tell a hoe to wash her hands 'fore she open the door

You used to dealing with them lames, but I'm the opposite though, still I makin' mama take up in the college before

7 days in the A you can seeing them, on chrome with Dro, K.T. and them

6 Chevys in a row, wet paint up high, that must be the PSC and them

You know T.I., Dolla DP and them, Mac, AK, Kuntry, C and them

Far away from Atlanta, hoppin' out of the Phantom, Puff, Nelly, Pharrell, Jay-Z and them

[Chorus: Big Kuntry King]

I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying

I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying

I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying

I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying

[Verse 4: Mac Boney]

I'm coming down like an avalanche, ridin' in the Avalanche

Hoes dropping it off, give it up, so they can have a chance

Speedometer lute, who would've knew?, I'm switching my paint out from cherry to blue

Niggas from here gon' do what we do, 26 tall or a short 22

My Chevy's a legend, shawty, don't test it, think about all of them bread I invested

Audio, video, engine suspension, buckin' so paint just to keep women looking

I'm hookin' the right, swangin' the left, beatin' the block down all by myself

Drinkin' alone, smokin' alone, dare on the phone, just rollin' alone

And I'm singin' my song, "Give me that pussy", I think it was made by Webbie and Boosie

Choppin' the block, touch a blue on my rims, don't be touch on my radio, touch on my dick

You say that you want it, go act like it then, my rims ain't spinnin', that shit played out

Cap a seats in the Fleet, man, that thang layed out, no tech on that wanna could've thang stay out

What's command no hands, you ain't feeling what I'm saying, I can roll up the blunt and rub on that ass

And it hurts so bad, cause you already know, I'm for real 'bout the cars and the money and the hoes

When you see me bottom low in the cut tryna score, ain't no tellin' who be watchin' trynna peep wallow

And I creep real slow, sittin' tall in the 'Lac, get your hoes out the car, make 'em ride with a Mac

[Chorus: Big Kuntry King]

I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying

I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying

I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying

I'm coming down, wet paint, on them thangs, wood grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying