Downtown

[Intro]
(Ayy, Kontrol, sauce it up)

[Chorus: Baby2]
Tell me, what do you need?
Down South, heart of the sea
My phone goin' fast, man, I can't even sleep
And my youngin' in the trap, came back in a week
Mm, said he ain't tryna bleach, better go get a V, do a drill for the team
Nigga watch your mouth, we pull up where you sleep
Cro caught him out of bounds, got a kill for the free
I be rollin' 'round downtown, Glocky stay in my jeans
G21, it make a loud sound, boy don't get hit with the feez
My dawg run him down, give him shots to his fleece
Niggas talk on the 'Gram, outside, never seen
I know she a gnat, the way that she speak
I don't listen to cap, that shit, it be weak

[Verse 1: Baby2]
My bid in my hand, on they sides when I creep
Fucked up on a hat, now he dodgin' the D's
Nigga fucked up a pack so he dodgin' his P
[?] fucked up a bag [?] high off the lean
Uh, I treat this Glock, got it brand new tits, got it brand new teeth
Put brand new tints on a brand new V
I just hold down the switch and I spray like Febreze

[Verse 2:Brownboy]
What should I pick up the 40 or neens?
Glock 27, I keep me a G
He in the trap where he fucked up the re
You don't gotta ask why I keep me a ski
I walk in the spot and they know that it's me
This is a Urus, no it's not a Jeep
[?], Dior, I mix with Celine
If it ain't a bag why you talkin' to me?
We get the drop then we stalkin' the— (We stalkin' him)
We get the drop then we stalkin' the scene
Bag on his head we collectin' the fee
Glock 21, 45, it's a feez
Gettin' up on whoever I see
These Cartiers dark but bitch I can see
He got some shots, I ain't talkin' vaccine
Now it's back to the trap, I'ma [?] the fiends

[Chorus: Baby2]
Tell me, what do you need?
Down South, heart of the sea
My phone goin' fast, man, I can't even sleep
And my youngin' in the trap, came back in a week
Mm, said he ain't tryna bleach, better go get a V, do a drill for the team
Nigga watch your mouth, we pull up where you sleep
Cro caught him out of bounds, got a kill for the free
I be rollin' 'round downtown, Glocky stay in my jeans
G21, it make a loud sound, boy don't get hit with the feez
My dawg run him down, give him shots to his fleece
Niggas talk on the 'Gram, outside, never seen
I know she a gnat, the way that she speak
I don't listen to cap, that shit, it be weak