Get Low (feat. ABG Neal) Song Lyrics

(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Yeah, I get the bag and run it up (run it up)
Yeah, I get the bag and run it up (I get the bag and run it up)
Yeah, I get the bag and run it up, yeah (I run it up)

I get the bag and run it up (run it up)
You gotta be Special Ed, thinkin' 'bout runnin' up
We make it hot, look like the sun is up (look like the sun is up)
Right by the Tommy's, that's where the gun is tucked (that's where the gun is tucked)
Damn, pull out your gun, then you better blow
Bro off a pill when he do a drill
So when he get high, you better get low

Know we make it hot, summer
Lil' bitch, I'm the shit, plumber
Back out the stick, make it beat like a drummer
I ain't lyin', I keep it a hunna
My shooters be sliding, you die if you run up
I pull up, put a bag on your brother
That nigga still hot and I know he a chucker
Can't respect him, can't wait 'til we catch him