It's Goin' Down - Lyrics - Yung Joc

Lil Boi this a Nitti beat (boing) Nitti Here we go again Ghettoville U.S.A (uh Oh) You know I got by the name Nitti right (uh huh) I gotta introduce you to another *** out my squad right (who dis *** mane) Dis *** go by the name of Joc (jock?) He resides in College Park (College Park CP) But for right now what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do) We gotta give y'all a hit (huh) Yung Joc *** in my face Damn near er' day Askin a million questions like Joc where ya stay? Tell 'em College Park Where they chop cars Eat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar Jest bought a zone, jays on my feet I'm on that Patron so get like me '69 cutlass wit the bucket seat Beat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks Catch me in the hood posted at the sto' Pistol in my lap on the phone countin' dough If a girl choose let her do her thang Just like her mama and I ain't sayin the name brain Er'body love me I'm so fly *** throw the deuces er'time I ride by I know ya wonder why I'm so cool Don't ask me just do what cha do (OK) (Chorus - repeat 2X) Meet me in the trap, it's goin down Meet me in the mall, it's goin down Meet me in the club, it's goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Verse numba 2, do the damn thang Cubes on my neck pockets full of Ben Franks When I'm in the mall hoes just pause I pop a few tags give me that on the wall Time to flip the work make the block bump Boys in the hood call me black Donald Trump Dope boi magic seven days a week Numba one record long as Nitti on the beat Oh I think they like me betta yet I know Lights camera action when I walk through the door *** know my crew we ceritifed stars Ready in the front bout 35 cars *** in the back Black beamer coups Girls like girls time to recruit If ya got a problem say it to my face We can knuckle up any time any place (Chorus) Time to set it off, let these *** know Have ya every seen a chevy wit the butterfly doors? I ride real slow, no need to speed Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet Feds on my trail, but they thank I don't know I keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope Every time I see 'em, look 'em in they eyes Ask 'em how I know, it's me, surprise! Put it in the air, rep where ya stay Take a step back blow the kush in they face Stuntin' is a habit, let 'em see the karats I'ma make it rain *** I ain't scared to share it (Chorus) Nitti Yung Joc... Nitti strikes again This a Nitti beat Playmaker So So Def ***