Top Songs By DarQ
Lyrics
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it down
Get it down, Get it down, **** run it down
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it quick
Get it down, Get it down, Better Run it Bitch
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it down
Get it down, Get it down, **** run it down
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it quick
Get it down, Get it down, Better Run it Bitch
Trying to be chillin' on trey six not the street
I'm talking 'bout the cookies and the god damn brick
I'm selling it by the hundreds they cannot stand it
Just stay out the way of the god damn flip
If you don’t trust and believe I'll bus’ yo shit
And the rule of the game is no new friends
Same ol' goons from way back when
You see you aim at him bang at him
Knock the mother fucking brains out the frame of him
Any way you gotta get it get
Who riding you with it
You do it right in the mother fucking world of limit
Remain me no lifestyle change
I'm the same ol' **** doing the same ol' things
A little of that and a lot of this bitch
In other words none of yo business
I keep it moving with my **** you get this
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it down
Get it down, Get it down, **** run it down
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it quick
Get it down, Get it down, Better Run it Bitch
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it down
Get it down, Get it down, **** run it down
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it quick
Get it down, Get it down, Better Run it Bitch
You went to the church for the money why I misbehave
You against me you either stupid or brave
Making foolish remarks leave you chum for the grave
Go against the grave like you just learned how to shave
I'm an animal watch me go gorilla like manila
With my pack of hyenas strapped with fevers and Ninas
I'm so hard being poor got my ass a misdemeanor
An the felonies come from gun butten non believer’s
With the taurus have you moving like a walrus
I make the preacher sing the hook and yo choir sing the chorus
Your ball less and gutless pathetic and buttkis
The true definition of what the word suck is
I make ya mom scream like she was autistic
From you laying in a box full of holes like some crispix
Throw slugs in the air like a discus
'Til my trigger finger gets blisters
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it down
Get it down, Get it down, **** run it down
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it quick
Get it down, Get it down, Better Run it Bitch
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it down
Get it down, Get it down, **** run it down
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it quick
Get it down, Get it down, Better Run it Bitch
It's the whiteboy I flood the block with that eight ball straight raw
I'm at the back door with the saw’d off to your broad
I hope she worth it cause death is certain
I merk her if he’s fucking with my inner circle
Remove the soul from his person with a heavy flow
And I’m hitting something so I hope he got medical
And it's a fact now a days they all soft
Cause even with no teeth you pussies still edible
Pur aid and blended with pun intended
Darqness a monster getting ready to stomp 'em
And this shit a problem so fuck it lets get it poppin'
Ya mom already screamin' we can take it up an octave
So so sick how the flow so in pocket
That I'll yow ming 'em like a Houston rocket
Cause this here Darq year and y’all can’t stop it
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it down
Get it down, Get it down, **** run it down
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it quick
Get it down, Get it down, Better Run it Bitch
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it down
Get it down, Get it down, **** run it down
Get it down, Get it down, Get it Get it quick
Get it down, Get it down, Better Run it Bitch
