🎵 Get On The Ground // by Criminal Mafia

6 ContributorsGet On The Ground Lyrics [Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & DJ Paul] He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He— He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He— [Verse 1: Lil' Russell] Crazy soul take control and reload the plastic black Glock of the demonic nigga Who blast on real nigga's with half-weighted triggers and squeeze on some Swishers with holy-dope indica Grip on my nine, [?] your spine, mash on the gas where then pretty-boys hang Thank I won't blast, but under the mask I'mma be forced be back, and rip, drop off your stash I'mma get dope [?] blow [?] on the scope and watchin' my residence Pop in my clip with a 100 round auto spray, SKS poppin' to get some dead presidents Bitches want wine 'cause I'm strapped like a maniac Comin' with ho-shit — I'm cockin' the Glock back and Releasing hollow-tips, true with interview, flip on your dome [?] nigga's slip Russell never fallin' low, [?] of them narcissist [...] [Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & DJ Paul] He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" He stuck his— [Verse 2: Lamarcuzz] [Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & DJ Paul] He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He— He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) [Verse 3: Lil' Russell] Float through the fuckin' door, lookin' for a [] stang Grippin' on tha' nine-thang, cruisin' through tha' window pane Finna make tha' money-green, vampin' from tha' fuckin' scene Messin' wit' tha' yawk, 'cause a playa tryna come clean Nigga try to duck and dodge, Russell, Kevin never 'flaudge Layin' down Lil' Russell, bitch? Stankin' body in the ditch Puffin' on tha' dookie-blunt, hit the phunk, finna gun Shank tha' punk, [] the South, grab my pump Maybe one day I'mma let one these bitches [] nigga, please open yo mouth Squeeze on tha' trigger, it's stretchin' yo brain from yo body and [], nigga, 'cause I'm from tha' South Serial killa that keep that black pistol, my nigga wit' Swishers packed up—full of dank And the only way Russell play is wit' my SK', and leavin' thy niggas laid back, pushed in grave Hop into tha' Chevy-thang, body full of cocaine, snort the gram, then I scram back to tha' South Phunkytown in the air, back wit' an evil stare, Russell is outtie wit' Glocks, so don't stare [Outro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & DJ Paul] He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He— He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He— He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" He— He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" (Get on the ground) He stuck his tone to my face, said, "Fool, get on the ground" He—