It's Goin' Down

[Nitti: Intro] Here we go again Ghettoville U.S.A. (uh oh) You know I go by the name Nitti right (uh huh) I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right (who this nigga mane) This nigga go by the name of Joc (Joc?) He resides in Collegepark (Collegepark C.P.) But for right now, what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do) We gotta give y'all a hit (huh) [Verse 1: Yung Joc] Niggas in my face, damn near er' day Ask a million questions like, Joc where ya' stay? Tell 'em Collegepark, where they chop cars Get twenty grand, spend a grand at the bar Jest bought a zone, J's on my feet I'm on that Patron, so get like me '69 Cutlass with the bucket seats Beat in my trunk, bought it just for the freaks Catch me in the hood, posted at the store Pistol in my lap, on the phone counting dough If a girl choose, let her do her thing Just like her mama, nice ass, nice brain Er'body love me, I'm so fly Niggas throw the deuces er'time I ride by I know ya wonder why, I'm so cool Don't ask me just do what you do (OK) [Hook x2: Yung Joc] 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 Any where ya meet me, guaranteed to go down [Verse 2: Yung Joc] Verse number two, do the damn thing Cubes on my neck, pockets full of Ben Frank's 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 from the hood call me black Donald Trump Dope boy magic, seven days a week Number one record, long as Nitti on the beat Oh I think they like me, better yet I know Lights camera action when I walk through the door Niggas know my crew, we certified stars Valet in the front 'bout thirty-five cars Bitches in the back, black Beamer coupe's Girls liking girls, time to recruit If ya' got a problem, say it to my face We can knuckle up any time any place [Hook] [Verse 3: Yung Joc] Time to set it off, let these nigga know Have ya ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors? I ride real slow, no need to speed Gotta make sure ya' see the buckets on my feet Fans on my trail, but they don't think I know I keep my hands clean casue I never touch dope Every time I see 'em, look 'em in they eyes Ask me how I know, its me, surprise 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'mma make it rain nigga, I ain't scared to share it [Hook] [Outro: Yung Joc] Yung Joc... Nitty strikes again This a Nitti beat Playmaker So So Def motherfucker