Get Down On It

[Chorus]
Get down on it
Get down on it
Get down on it
Get down on it
C’mon and get down on it
Get down on it
Get down on it
Get down on it
C’mon and-

[Verse 1: Yuno Miles]
Caught my brother in the room having sex with a moose
Why the fuck I got mad at a raccoon? It was a goose
Ran myself over in the car on accident, I was asleep
Jumped on the trampoline and jumped my dick out my body
Jumped in the trash can and came out with salami meat
Cut my neck off and gave it to somebody on Halloween
Gave somebody my balls and told them that it was a dream
Went on a boat and farted on the poop deck
Drunk some laxative, I still ain’t poop yet
Why the fuck this bird in my window chirping?
This girl stole somе Birkin bag from the store, I snitched on hеr
She thought she was getting but I had to tell on her
Walked my dog upside-down, he did a handstand
Jumped off the tallest building, I ain’t have no parachute
Why the fuck I’m in a battle with Crash Bandicoot?
Why the fuck I’m in a battle with Chrisean Rock, part 2?

[Chorus: Yuno Miles, AK Bandamont, Both]
Get down on it, ayy
Get down on it, ayy, ayy
Get down on it, ayy, what?
Get down on it, ayy, ayy
Get down on it, ayy
Yeah, get down on it, ayy (Bitch)
Get down on it, bitch

[Verse 2: AK Bandamont]
Yeah, bitch, get down on it
Bitch say I’m going up, she going down on me
I had to show her on the gram but I got pound on me
And I ain’t worried ‘bout no n^^^a, I got rounds on me
Bitch said she want a shoutout, shit a round on me
Just robbed a n^^^a for his watch, he ain’t found his Rollie
He curled up, I shot him his shit, he a roly poly
And I think his bitch seen him, she said, “Holy moly”
I’m finna leave a crib with donut, like holy moly
That’s the 50-round drum for the slowly-pokies
Bitch said I must be lit like a fully clothedie
She done let me give her dick before she even known me
Pull up with a bag, I took a n^^^a shit before I even sold it
Went to the lab, I finished the whole song before I even wrote it
I knew what the bitch would do before she even rode it
I’ma leave her body achin’, I’ma leave it soaking

[Verse 3: Yuno Miles]
Got my fingers stuck in the ball when I went bowling
Every time they hear my fucking songs, they think I’m trolling
Went to the store and just bought me a watermelon
Got your girl on my line, she keep on calling
No NBA player, I’ma keep balling
No parachute, bitch, I’m falling
Packing my bags, I’m ‘bout to move, I’m getting kicked out
All them shots you missing, you could have a brick house
Woke up early in the morning, forgot my dick was out
‘Bout to go and buy me a steak from the Quarter House
Walked over the border, now here come Border Patrol
What’s on your face? Oh damn, you got a big mole
Rapping for a long time, almost let that shit go
I stood on the quarterback for change, I said, “Fuck no”
Tried to work a job, but them n^^^as said, “You gotta go”
Somebody heard me rapping from a window, they said, “Bro, let it go”

[Chorus: Yuno Miles]
Get down on it, ayy
Get down on it, ayy
Get down on it
Get down on it
C’mon and get down on it, ayy

[Outro: Yuno Miles]
You know what I’m saying, we had to spaz, bro, we just went crazy, bro
Y’all know what time it is