Laylow

The extensions and sticks stay toted on me
Apology, bitch you can keep it
I got the racks on me, don't talk to me now bitch please
Gotta back up, let go
I done looked death in the eye, got way too close
Yeah, fuck that nigga, we spite him

Makin' bank, I stay on a roll
Get too far from me nigga, it'll get you cold
It ain't my fault that I'm heated baby
Why you tryna leave me?
The weed. the cheese, we counting the rolls
I stay counting the money, confetti
Hit him, "Bang!, Bang!" like Sosa
We got glocks in the coats, we keep 'em tucked
You better laylow, laylow, laylow
We got the case closed, type shit, the 9 stay toting
The 9 I keep with me
It's too much secrecy

Home girl wanna catch this semen
I told her she look like a demon
Lil' hoe look she grieving
She tryna add 1 to the tan, no secant
This choppa will seek you, it ain't even playing no hide and seek
We scam a nigga for money and keep it
That's a joke, for y'all niggas federal
And kids, I need me several
We gon' cook up your mans like a kettle
You can't get on my level
You niggas really like you some trouble
They tryna get me, but I can't let them
And she tryna get down
And I can't slow down
Just left out the bank, its even
She look real good, but looks can be deceiving
Don't commit treason, the ATM stay leakin'
I'm boutta speed off, he up in the clouds, he finna geek out
Yeah you better chill out, finna watch your blood leak out

Makin' bank, I stay on a roll
Get too far from me nigga, it'll get you cold
It ain't my fault that I'm heated baby
Why you tryna leave me?
The weed. the cheese, we counting the rolls
I stay counting the money, confetti
Hit him, "Bang!, Bang!" like Sosa
We got glocks in the coats, we keep 'em tucked
You better laylow, laylow, laylow
We got the case closed, type shit, the 9 stay toting
The 9 I keep with me
It's too much secrecy



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Writer(s): Jayden Moore
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