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