🎵 Touch The Ground // by Jerry West

1 ContributorTouch The Ground Lyrics [Intro: Akon & Jerry West] Hey ladies, drop it down Just wanna see you touch the ground (Grahh, grahh, grahh) Don't be shy girl, go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies, drop it down Just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl, go Bananza (Ayo, nigga wake up, Snipes makin' a beat again) Shake ya body like a belly dancer [Chorus: Jerry West] When I spot 'em, his body gon' drop I'm 41, I don't link with the opps And these niggas be talkin' like cops Spin with a .40, I'm lettin' it flock You a baddie, I beat up the box Hit ya top if you somethin' you not Kyrie my gun when I handle The Rock Let it flock, I'm not missin' a shot [Verse 1: Jerry West & Akon] Let it flock, I'm not missin' a shot Spot 'em, flock 'em, touch the ground Top shotta, don't aim at the ground You not 41, so stop coming around When I shoot, I'ma aim for the crown Aim at his person, don't think like a- When I creep, I'm not making a sound You not my bitch, I'm just tryna get hound Fuck a who, can get shot through the lounge That nigga dead and his body was found Spot him, I drop him, he hittin' the ground Bag on his back, nigga spray at the ground You a thot, you not telling me down I'm a demon, don't care where it go That nigga broke and that nigga a pro I'm like Tommy, K.O, that's my ghost Not slime 'cause I shoot thru the nose Catch a [?], I'ma click thru the coat Jenny a demon, not livin' in fear Murder was all that she wrote My bitch a gun, and she comin' prepared TaTa gon' shoot thru the scope [Chorus: Jerry West] When I spot him, his body gon' drop I'm 41, I don't link with the opps And these niggas be talkin' like cops Spin with a .40, I'm lettin' it flock You a baddie, I beat up the box Hit ya top if you somethin' you not Kyrie my gun when I handle The Rock Let it flock, I'm not missin' a shot [Verse 2: Kyle Richh] Feel like-Feel like German when I'm on the block Walk with the drum and get shot out his socks Spin thru, click 'til he drop I get excited to catch me an opp Like, how the fuck do you die with ya knock? Like, felt tuff, you got put in a box, what She a-She a thot, can't stop He try to diss, he got sent to the top Like, no remorse, bitch it's everything shot Gun jam up, he get beat with the Glock Big knock, aim at his stomach Stally, you never did nothing, you chuckin' Like-like, get off our dick, stop munchin' Fuck it, Dre don't stop, keep dumpin' Put a whole in his head, no Dunkin Better-Better duck when I'm clutchin' on Sally Grahh, he-he went out sadly Dotty got smoked, he got left in the ally [Chorus: Jerry West] When I spot him, his body gon' drop I'm 41, I don't link with the opps And these niggas be talkin' like cops Spin with a .40, I'm lettin' it flock You a baddie, I beat up the box Hit ya top if you somethin' you not Kyrie my gun when I handle The Rock Let it flock, I'm not missin' a shot [Post-Chorus: Jerry West & Akon] Let it flock, I'm not missin' a shot Spot 'em, flock 'em, touch the ground Don't be shy girl, go Bananza Shake ya' body like a belly dancer Hey ladies, drop it down Just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl, go Bananza Shake ya' body like a belly dancer Hey ladies-