Its Goin' Down (remix) Lyrics - Trae

This a Nitty beat (boing) 

Here we go again 

Ghetto ville, USA (Uh oh) 

You know I got by the name Nitty, right? (Uh huh) 

I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right (Who dis nigga, man?) 

Dis nigga go by the name of Joc (Joc) 

He resides in College Park (College Park) 

But for right now what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do) 

We gotta give y'all a hit (huh) 

Niggaz 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 twenty grand, spend a grand at the bar 

Just bought a zone, jays on my feet 

I'm on that patron, so get like me 

'69 Cutlass wit' the bucket seats 

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 

E'rybody love me, I'm so fly 

Niggaz throw the duces e'rytime I ride by 

I know ya wonder why 

I'm so cool 

Don't ask me, just do what cha do (Okay) 

[Chorus: x2] 

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 

Anywhere ya meet me guaranteed to go down 

Verse numba two, 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 boy magic seven days a week 

Numba one record 'long as Nitty on the beat 

Oh, I think they like me betta, yet I know 

Lights camera action when I walk through the door 

Niggaz know my crew, we certified stars 

Valet in the front, 'bout thirty-five cars 

Bitches 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: x2] 

Time to set it off, let these niggas 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 don't think I know 

I keep my hands clean 'cause I never touch dope 

Every time I see 'em, look 'em in the eye 

Ask me how I know, it's me, suprise! 

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'm a make it rain, nigga, I ain't scared to share it 

[Chorus: x2] 

Yung Joc 

Nitty strikes again 

This a Nitty beat 

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