Lay Low (feat. Young Chris, Meek Mill & Freeway) feat. Young Chris,Meek Mill,Freeway

歌詞

Bought a brand new loft, five thousand a month Bitch my sour is special, hundred dollars a blunt Only smoke if it's proper, in the words of Big Poppa Rush his ass to the doctors, took the sacks and we shot you Blocka-blocka-bla-blocka, warn his ass with them chopper It'll be a massacre faggot, automatic kicking like soccer Bottles popping it's popping, twenty bitches around us I just slide her the numbers, so if she hit me I count her I canary the pinky, hit her right like winky Got the club looking cloudy, for the love of the stinky In a 600 Benz, a couple bitches they friends And we just getting started, these haters wishing we end Brown nose on these hoes, niggas fishing again Notice she swallow with those, drop like it on her chin Niggas left me for dead, bitch I'm living again Special chopper official, they see my vision again Know it's a party, we see the sparkles, they coming Standing on couches, bitches surround us, we blunting We travel the globe, stop in your town, and run it And you already know, cuff them hoes tonight, we born to run it Because we motherfucking paid hoe (Paid hoe) And all that cream, blow that paper like the haze hoe Life's a beach, I'm in the sun with my shades After the club we take the baddest bitch and lay low Hey hoe (Hey hoe) Hey hoe (Hey hoe) After the club we get the baddest bitch and lay low Hey hoe (Hey hoe) Hey hoe (Hey hoe) After the club we take the baddest bitch and lay low Maserati dipping, wrist cost me a chicken Neck cost a Bentley, think I'm finna have a ticket Got a fetish for Ferraris, and fucking bad bitches Smoke a nigga like I'm Marley all we know is lot of niggas The summer's mine, Jordan number 9 I came in balling on these niggas like a young LeBron In front them bitches, hit them on the lot Came in with your main hoe, your? It's Young Chris, eat a dick, we the shit We really balling you just talking about a Stephen Smith I let my money do the talking, I just plead the fifth I'm on my Metro, just call me if you need a brick Know it's a party, we see the sparkles, they coming Standing on couches, bitches surround us, we blunting We travel the globe, stop in your town, and run it And you already know, cuff them hoes tonight, we born to run it Because we motherfucking paid hoe (Paid hoe) And all that cream, blow that paper like the haze hoe Life's a beach, I'm in the sun with my shades After the club we take the baddest bitch and lay low Hey hoe (Hey hoe) Hey hoe (Hey hoe) After the club we get the baddest bitch and lay low Hey hoe (Hey hoe) Hey hoe (Hey hoe) After the club we take the baddest bitch and lay low It's the makie with bacon, all these rappers be hating Spit hella facts, hella facts, got me past immigrations To my Canadian fans, they had me stuck at the border See the brighling, big Bent', I think them bastards is rascist Call me Hussain boy, we be off to the races And no negating Smith & Wesson leave you crusain boy We be up in the clubs, stunting with two chains boy Got it popping, niggas mad, they bitches all up in our faces Got them bottles Rosay, shots of Patron All them chicks take shots to the dome Hit right here trying to follow me home Shots to his Impala, I'm gone Know it's a party, we see the sparkles, they coming Standing on couches, bitches surround us, we blunting We travel the globe, stop in your town, and run it And you already know, cuff them hoes tonight, we born to run it Because we motherfucking paid hoe (Paid hoe) And all that cream, blow that paper like the haze hoe Life's a beach, I'm in the sun with my shades After the club we take the baddest bitch and lay low Hey hoe (Hey hoe) Hey hoe (Hey hoe) After the club we get the baddest bitch and lay low Hey hoe (Hey hoe) Hey hoe (Hey hoe) After the club we take the baddest bitch and lay low