GET DOWN

Fuck the summer up

She say she gon' call her brother out

We put your brother up

Yeah

Ice all on my wrist, I'm tryna fuck the summer up

And what I say in dirty spite, man, fuck a price its doubled up

And I'm still sippin' dirty Sprite, it's all up in my double cup

And I was gone' at Randall crib we was rollin' dice and double dutch

And I had talked to Marr before he got locked, he said they ain't on shit

Now every song I'm yellin' free my brother, I gotta say that shit

These niggas hoes, that's what it is, put it on you gotta play that shit