Released: March 5, 2018

Featuring: Night Lovell

Songwriter: Night Lovell Pouya

Producer: Mikey the Magician

[Intro]
MTM, hit 'em with the heat

[Chorus: Pouya]
Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch
Grip on the nine and run me a route
FLA banging out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet, sit back, baby, don't be loud
Don't bang my line, never been my style
Guess we 'bout to find out
Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile
Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch
Grip on the nine and run me a route
FLA banging out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet, sit back, baby, don't be loud
Don't bang my line, never been my style
Guess we 'bout to find out
Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile

[Verse 1: Pouya]
Swervin', bendin' corners with no purpose to my life
I got no permit but I'm workin' on my new mixtape tonight
Now that my chain hang low, now that my neck so froze
Baby, I can be your Savage, you can be my Rose, yuh
Most of the underground rappers you fuck with today gotta pay they respect to me
Lately been feelin' like I was vital aspect
A reason that these rappers breathin'
Leave 'em on the cement leakin' at my leisure
Baby Bone, I ain't never been a ho
Pussyboy, you ain't got nine lives
5'5, got a .9, gotta let 'em hoes fly

[Chorus: Pouya]
Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch
Grip on the nine and run me a route
FLA banging out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet, sit back, baby, don't be loud
Don't bang my line, never been my style
Guess we 'bout to find out
Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile
Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch
Grip on the nine and run me a route
FLA banging out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet, sit back, baby, don't be loud
Don't bang my line, never been my style
Guess we 'bout to find out
Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile

[Verse 2: Night Lovell]
Alison, Valerie, all my bitches know
Tryna kill for the set, I got stitches now
Watch me walk, do your kindness, you can't track me down
Leave your life up on the floor, no, we don't make a sound
I can't do this shit, my mind is losin' all its presence
Don't leave my crib to be surrounded by these peasants
I don't got no frame
White bitch sniff cocaine
Thirteen diamond chains
Old bitch said I'm not the same

[Chorus: Pouya]
Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch
Grip on the nine and run me a route
FLA banging out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet, sit back, baby, don't be loud
Don't bang my line, never been my style
Guess we 'bout to find out
Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile
Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch
Grip on the nine and run me a route
FLA banging out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet, sit back, baby, don't be loud
Don't bang my line, never been my style
Guess we 'bout to find out
Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile

Pouya

Kevin Pouya (born December 20, 1994), simply known as Pouya, is an American rapper in the South Florida underground scene. His father is from Iran, his mother from Cuba. He is part of the Miami collective Buffet Boys, which he started with long-time collaborator Fat Nick.

Known for his long hair, introspective raps, and fondness of Cadillacs, Pouya has since starting his career in 2012 made a big name for himself in the Florida underground scene. He is influenced by a variety of horrorcore rappers including Cleveland group, Bones Thugs-n-Harmony.

While living with Fat Nick at Nick’s mom’s house, Kevin released his debut mixtape, Fuck It. In an interview with The Hundreds, he talked about what his life would be like if he didn’t pursue