Lay Low

I got killers and the move on the low
Before you know they'll be at yo front door
Waiting to blow all they need is a go
Lay low before they put you in the scope

Halo on yo head there you go
Brains on the floor thats 4sho
Peso shoulda paid what you owe
Played yo ho i dont save no hoe

Like an assist he get set up
Acting foul he get teched up
Open his head rip his chest up
Next time he need to vest up

Now he riding In the med truck
These niggas be flocking
Cut em out like I'm cropping
Choppa ring like its boxing

Pull the Griggs when I cock it
Leave his whole car topless
You would think that he dropped it
45 Gerald Wallace

Left that boy so thoughtless
My lil bitch obnoxious
Dick knocked her unconscious
Neighbors can't sleep

Cause it sound like we knocking
4th of July how I'm popping
Yen did shit boy stop it
I'm in yo hood like I'm robin

Catch a case like I'm Mozzy
Bout to take off like a rocket
If I crash I'm going head first
Shoot it out see who dead first

Choppa hit em make his head burst
Popping pills like my head hurt
At his neck like a sweatshirt
At his head like a bonnet
Put his legs in his stomach

Smoke his ass like some chronic
Skate off on his ass like a waiter at sonic
Skate off on his ass like a waiter at sonic

I got killers and the move on the low
Before you know they'll be at yo front door
Waiting to blow all they need is a go
Lay low before they put you in the scope

Halo on yo head there you go
Brains on the floor thats 4sho
Peso shoulda paid what you owe
Played yo ho i dont save no hoe

Rip out His organs
Now he a donor
Kill all his homies
Now he a loner

Choppa spray like a motor
Trigger happy like I'm homer
No mortal kombat homie
Max pane 2 glocks up on me

Caught em in the stomach
Now he gotta vomit
Split em in half now he a omelette
Split em in half now he a omelette

Lessons learned be the ones that burn
Now his momma gotta carry him an urn
No warning shots Usher let it burn
You calling the cops flatten em out like a perm

Play with me and you food for the worms
Bullets spread on yo ass like germs
Say he gone kill me it is not a concern

Stirring up beef like it's up in a churn
Don't shoot him yet pow pow darn
Hitters on go I can not control
They seem to shoot before I say so

All I gotta say is there he go
And yea there they go

Flipping and flipping this bitch like gymnastics
Thats what he get for acting
Never lacking bitch im packing
Never backing cause im smacking

They stuck on me like a replay
They the copy sauce in my dna
Ima need a gift for fathers day
But im running shit like relay
They selling they soul on eBay



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Writer(s): Brandon Printedd Braswell
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