Go Down South - Steel Banglez, KONAN, Yungen

Money going up

Girls going down

Didn’t know me then

Bet you know me now

I don’t care where you’re from

Just use your brain

Heads up, go down south

Go down south

Go down south

Go down south

Yeah, go down south

Look I don’t care where you’re from

Just use you brain

Heads up, go down south

Madness, with a bad bitch

In between her buns going ham

That’s a sandwich

I can have you come in, Labrinth

Handle it, you won’t stop buss, traffic

She said I’m hot chocolate with mean swag

When a whore licks, I get a tea bag

Spent 3 bags on 3 bags

Cum shot, watch the white stick, wii pad

Your girl said she at the seminar

But word to the Scottish, it’s my house where she heading bruh

Bare noise when I get in her

Neighbours can’t handle the racket, Federer

When I cruise by, they like you fly

Ask the Arabs about the brands that I do buy

I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man

So she wanna toss my salad, food fight

Aiming at your girl got my stick as a trigger (blow)

Call me John Terry, I don’t really fuck with niggas

Tia and Tamera, yeah I can handle sisters

Virgins know I get it popping, blisters

Telescopes out, yeah you looking at a star

All I do is splash, put me in the water park

No tints on the ride they be looking all hard

Spent a car on the watch, why you watching the car

At least once a month I be in the papers

Fuck me and sell the story, you’ll be famous

Might wants seconds cause I’m first class right

I can take you on your first, first class flight

She said, «Chip, I wanna beat, don’t tell my ex»

Says she plays dirty, over she crept

Life’s just a gamble, flip a coin, yes

Go down South, it landed on heads

(Inside out man)

Make a toast, I’m finally getting my bread right

I’m in the club, on my ones on a dead night

This ting Ambers giving me the red light

I’d be Prada’d off, sipping a red stripe

I don’t jam man, the girls know I’m doughnuts

She like Yung, man you really need to grow up

I put my tower in between her twins and make her complain

Till I blow up (boom)

A little jerk but she really wanna fling

Moving rice to get P’z, it ain’t a ting

Food man, I used to have money in cling

Now my money’s in banks, Bada Boom Bada Bing

I do the damn thing me and Kone in the deegra

And if I don’t wear a glove, she a keeper

Told this chick off Twitter I’mma FU

What do you think happened when I seen her?

Said I’m all about the Capital, I told her from the start

Heard me on the radio, and now she wants my heart

But I’m all about my paper, you can tell by the voice

Left her with a kiss, like I really got a choice

They told me go six, and I was like we be in

Give your girl a beat, 120 BPM

The weeds got me parro, girls think I’m shallow

Cause I got so much adds on my BBM

And after my gigs, they usually want to party

So I take them to the park, and I get inside the nani

Or it’s back to the villa, she creaming already

I’m far from chavvy, but I leave the bed messy

Got a bally on my top it’s bringing out the crook in me

Heard I got chips, now they wanna look for me

They know that I’m for real, just take one look at me

I used to load clips, now I’m trying to push a tee