Lay Low Freestyle
Better Lay low, yea
Better lay, ay
Yea, he done yeah he cooked (uh)
You was in class, we was out here getting booked
Boy, you wanna play a game, I'm a vet you a rook
Its not Halloween, my youngins will have you spooked (come on)
Chess not checkers, I can tell your next move (got the move)
We was there before when we started in a group
And then we parted ways, worked harder and we grew
I knew this day would come, I was waiting for my crew (where my dawgs)
Anything is possible, you know I manifest
I dreamt about this life and it really happenin'
I checked myself in the game, triple doublin (came in the game)
Feel like Henny Hardaway my shots are fallin' in (Henny Hardaway)
Yeah I'm twisted up, Que gave purple me with a double cup
Treat my life like game, watch how I level up (yea)
Woah, baby know wassup (wassup)
She was in my passenger feelin horny sucked me up (ya)
Lay low, they finna break you down like LEGOs
Call from Vacaville must be Hunnidball Neno
He locked up in the cell, he in need of instrumentals (ay free my dawg mayne)
I hit up Dj Meli Mel to put this all together
Keepitsosolid, that's my family that's forever (that's my family)
Started a lot of shit In Sac, we just some credit
Made my name producing beats while you was still in detention
You soft as Cottonelle, you know you can stop pretending
What, you think you hard with long hair and some tattoos (what)
Both your ex's texting me, midnight through the afternoon (hit me up)
Even my ex who you fucking with, still want my dick too (hit me up)
But I'm from Meadowview, so I gotta keep it player foo (from Iraq)
On mama and dead pops too
You know I'm tied in, but I was trained to keep my cool
We gonna get it poppin like its 2002
Sacramento King, but we in Vegas like Maloofs
To that boy that was running his mouth and talkin all that shit
Won't say it to my face, but he gon' say it to the bitch
My youngins will do you foul
Like the NBA in 86
They gon' catch you slippin', they gon' take the chains off your neck
Lil bruh sweeter than a Cinnabonn at Arden Mall
Had your girl pay me, I just treat it like an Incall
Deuce Bigalow, Male Gigolo
Put your girl on the payroll, only blue Hunnids hoe
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
Man I'm smooth on a bitch like Buddy Love
My ex ruined my life, she wanna take me to court
Wanted make it to the league, but I was way too short
Better lay, ay
Yea, he done yeah he cooked (uh)
You was in class, we was out here getting booked
Boy, you wanna play a game, I'm a vet you a rook
Its not Halloween, my youngins will have you spooked (come on)
Chess not checkers, I can tell your next move (got the move)
We was there before when we started in a group
And then we parted ways, worked harder and we grew
I knew this day would come, I was waiting for my crew (where my dawgs)
Anything is possible, you know I manifest
I dreamt about this life and it really happenin'
I checked myself in the game, triple doublin (came in the game)
Feel like Henny Hardaway my shots are fallin' in (Henny Hardaway)
Yeah I'm twisted up, Que gave purple me with a double cup
Treat my life like game, watch how I level up (yea)
Woah, baby know wassup (wassup)
She was in my passenger feelin horny sucked me up (ya)
Lay low, they finna break you down like LEGOs
Call from Vacaville must be Hunnidball Neno
He locked up in the cell, he in need of instrumentals (ay free my dawg mayne)
I hit up Dj Meli Mel to put this all together
Keepitsosolid, that's my family that's forever (that's my family)
Started a lot of shit In Sac, we just some credit
Made my name producing beats while you was still in detention
You soft as Cottonelle, you know you can stop pretending
What, you think you hard with long hair and some tattoos (what)
Both your ex's texting me, midnight through the afternoon (hit me up)
Even my ex who you fucking with, still want my dick too (hit me up)
But I'm from Meadowview, so I gotta keep it player foo (from Iraq)
On mama and dead pops too
You know I'm tied in, but I was trained to keep my cool
We gonna get it poppin like its 2002
Sacramento King, but we in Vegas like Maloofs
To that boy that was running his mouth and talkin all that shit
Won't say it to my face, but he gon' say it to the bitch
My youngins will do you foul
Like the NBA in 86
They gon' catch you slippin', they gon' take the chains off your neck
Lil bruh sweeter than a Cinnabonn at Arden Mall
Had your girl pay me, I just treat it like an Incall
Deuce Bigalow, Male Gigolo
Put your girl on the payroll, only blue Hunnids hoe
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
Man I'm smooth on a bitch like Buddy Love
My ex ruined my life, she wanna take me to court
Wanted make it to the league, but I was way too short
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Writer(s): Mateo Brown
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