Laying Low
I been ona long road tryna lay low and stack up on that bankroll
Ima get that bread stack up on them pesos
Yeah you know a nigga really tryna lay low
Real doobie in my pocket ima burn it up
Real doobie in my pocket ima burn it up
I been chasing on that paper ain't no showing love
You can't play with my feelings cause I don't give a fuck
Moonlight
Spark the blunt
Bitch
Yeah you know I'm real high
I be ona low living like I can't try
I been spilling all my feelings to the wrong broad
I keep thinking bout what I did and I'm gone cry
But I had to suit it up and get my own life
Vlone dripping I stay flexing on my own guys
Why these bitches tryna hit my cellular phone line
I don't need you ima do it on my own yeah
I just had to go, take it to the home, yeah I gotta be alone
I don't have a worry, I'm conceited until I'm gone
I had to tell a story, now I'm hidden in the chrome
You don't even know i got melondies
Ima get so high smoke expensive weed
Yeah my mind going onto better things
Had to lay back thinking about all my dreams
You know I got melondies
Smoking hella tree yeah you know thats what I breathe
Uh
Uhhhhh
I been ona long road tryna lay low and stack up on that bankroll
Yeah you know a nigga really getting pesos and I'm just tryna lay low
Uh
Real doobie in my pocket ima run it up
Real doobie in my pocket ima run it up
I been chasing on that paper ain't no showing love
Ima get that bread stack up on them pesos
Yeah you know a nigga really tryna lay low
Real doobie in my pocket ima burn it up
Real doobie in my pocket ima burn it up
I been chasing on that paper ain't no showing love
You can't play with my feelings cause I don't give a fuck
Moonlight
Spark the blunt
Bitch
Yeah you know I'm real high
I be ona low living like I can't try
I been spilling all my feelings to the wrong broad
I keep thinking bout what I did and I'm gone cry
But I had to suit it up and get my own life
Vlone dripping I stay flexing on my own guys
Why these bitches tryna hit my cellular phone line
I don't need you ima do it on my own yeah
I just had to go, take it to the home, yeah I gotta be alone
I don't have a worry, I'm conceited until I'm gone
I had to tell a story, now I'm hidden in the chrome
You don't even know i got melondies
Ima get so high smoke expensive weed
Yeah my mind going onto better things
Had to lay back thinking about all my dreams
You know I got melondies
Smoking hella tree yeah you know thats what I breathe
Uh
Uhhhhh
I been ona long road tryna lay low and stack up on that bankroll
Yeah you know a nigga really getting pesos and I'm just tryna lay low
Uh
Real doobie in my pocket ima run it up
Real doobie in my pocket ima run it up
I been chasing on that paper ain't no showing love
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Writer(s): Devonte Brewton
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