Laylow

Mask the fuck up when I say so
Stacking that guap yeah that queso
Fucking wit me that's a case closed

We post on the block with them choppas
I stay with a stick bitch I'm mopped up
Need me a perc ima pop one
Bitch we don't fight we gon shoot guns
I do not need a crew ima solo
Hop in that whip in that stolo
Bitch I'm way to high and you so low
huh, and you so low

When I'm in the mall I'm finna spend
Got a couple racks I'm talking bout ten
Hit so many stores I forgot where I been
Hit up saks and neiman I came with a bag
What you say you do and I know that's cap
You don't got no money you don't even trap
Don't even have a whip you ride in a cab

When I'm off the lean I feel on the moon
All of my homies they know ima scoop
None of the bitches is fucking with you
They don't give a fuck they gon fuck with me
Passing that hoe to the team
Feel like Wu-Tang give her C.R.E.A.M.
Without makeup I never seen, I'm finna make that bitch sing

I save every dollar so don't keep the change
Never gon switch I'm never gon change
When I walk around I'm keeping a 40
I got a Glock in the purse wit my shordy
We buying some pounds so you better not short me

When I walk with a pole I walk with a limp
Ain't loving no hoe I ain't no simp
You ask who I am bitch I'm him
Bad lil bitch she be hopping on dick
I been fucking hoes on the weekend
Off of these drugs I been tweakin
I'm finna dive in that deep end
Off of the lean I been geekin

We stay on the block giving trama
We post on the block with them choppas
I stay with a stick bitch I'm mopped up
Need me a perc ima pop one
Bitch we don't fight we gon shoot guns
I do not need a crew ima solo
Hop in that whip in that stolo
Bitch I'm way to high and you so low
huh, and you so low



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Writer(s): Joel Eduardo
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