Going Down

By J Molley

Released on November 1, 2019

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[Chorus: J Molley]

Started young with this shit but I’m older now

Drop a bag on my neck that’s a cold amount

If you speak on my name then it’s going down

Oh

Going down

Going down

They say what goes around come around

You just buy them a bag and they come around

If you speak on my name then it’s going down

Oh

Going down

Going down


[Verse 1: J Molley]

I feel like I’m turbo I run that shit back

In a big body Benz baby this not a cab

I love shawty aesthetic, come back up that ass

Shawty whipping Cayenne but she cold as Alaska

She a god with the stick so I call that bitch Rambo

20 000 just to host where you can’t go

She sipping dom but she dropping that ass low

When I fuck up the club I don’t fuck up the bankroll

Lil bitch you stupid go read you a book or something

Came from nothing to something this shit is nothing

Come from nothing to something to heavy stunting

All my bitches get mad when I get to cuffing

These Bitches get mad i wasn’t even fucking you

How you gon stunt on boy I’ve done more than you

Lil bitch you stupid you fucking on fathers

Made a million did it without my father

I fuck all these bitches then I keep my mouth closed

She don’t wanna talk because I have that mouth full

Bad bitch spinning on me like vinyl

I’m sipping purp I ain’t talking bout NyQuil

I got some dirt on her she gonna cry still

Bitch I’m like Christ I made her my disciple

Dripping this auqafina and I’m iced up (iced up, iced up)


[Chorus: J Molley]

Started young with this shit but I’m older now

Drop a bag on my neck that’s a cold amount

If you speak on my name then it’s going down

Oh

Going down

Going down

They say what goes around come around

You just buy them a bag and they come around

If you speak on my name then it’s going down

Oh

Going down

Going down


[Verse 2: EMTee]

It’s going down foreal

Which nigga holding you down for real

I smoke bout a pound foreal

Running’ the town forreal

Ridin’ dolo and I got em shook up

Say you gon stop me then good luck

Speak on my name they gon pull up

Then I keep it movin’ with my chin up

Smoking on gas and you know this shit stank

Looking at me funny when I walk into the bank

Your shit slap, nigga my shit spank

Everybody love me I got dank

Jozi my city it’s tatted, I don’t like cappers

Don’t believe in the magic

Pass me the cabbage, straight to the head like a savage

Yeah they hate when you’re happy

In the city finessing the plug

Soon as I pull up they showing me love

Lately I’m not in the club

I get the money I’m putting it up

I don’t know what they on about

Still pop my shit and they love my sound

Niggas been trying to count me out

On a high level bitch I move with the shit


[Chorus: J Molley]

Started young with this shit but I’m older now

Drop a bag on my neck that’s a cold amount

If you speak on my name then it’s going down

Oh

Going down

Going down

They say what goes around come around

You just buy them a bag and they come around

If you speak on my name then it’s going down

Oh

Going down

Going down


[Verse 3: J. Molley]

Hold up relax

Who the fuck told you that you was all that?

Bitches get paid to put a product up on their snap

Now they snapping at me like they dax

Superficial bitches fucking for decimals

All they care about is being the centerfold

I cannot educate minds that are minuscule

How do you tell the devil he’s a bitter fool

Fucking on men that go home to their children

She got a hundred exes man I feel like Scott pilgrim

I don’t need a hundred million ‘less I got a hundred children

I don’t need a hundred children

I guess everybody got their opinions

It’s sickening

(Look at the stars and I see that it's written in)

I told her focus on me pop a Ritalin

Triple 6 I just say it for the thrill of it

That’s cute lil boy I got 10 of 'em

Get on my level and flex again

Too many men I feel 50 cent

Where the shawties I need like 10 of 'em

S5 drop top

Sip wock, hit the club

Fuck it I’m rich enough I’m sipping rich in the kitchen

I hit the Hilton if she finna fuck


[Chorus: J Molley]

Started young with this shit but I’m older now

Drop a bag on my neck that’s a cold amount

If you speak on my name then it’s going down

Oh

Going down

Going down

They say what goes around come around

You just buy them a bag and they come around

If you speak on my name then it’s going down

Oh

Going down

Going down