Laylow

Do you wan' die or not?
Is you gon' ride or not?
She said my car tight, like a tied knot
Topkid, we at the top

Birds of a feather they flock
Pop out with 7.62 and we mop
What did you heard?
I'm finna spend a lil' band when I walk in the spot
Birds of a feather they flock
Floppy dirty, I'm goin' to fly
He spin over here and we hittin' his head
Can't find Tech? Then we goin' to Wock'

We goin' fair, bitch, goin' to war
We in the spot, everybody drop
Me and Ben Franklin built a report
All that broke shit gotta stop

Fuck nigga, lay low
Fuck nigga, lay low
Fuck nigga, lay low
Fuck nigga, lay low, nigga, lay low
Fuck nigga, lay low

We got his head hit, hit with that Draco
She said my car tight, (Fuck nigga, lay low) like a tied knot
She said I'm her type, I be like, "I'm not"
She wanna go on a flight (Fuck nigga, lay low)
She plannin' to give me top, top, top (Lay low)
Top, top, top (Lay low)
Top, top, top (Lay low)
Top, top, top (Lay low)

Top, top, top
Top, top, top, top (Fuck nigga, lay low)
Top, top, top, top (Fuck nigga, lay low)
Top, top, top, top
Top, top, top, top



Credits
Writer(s): Jace Lavoer Salter, Devon Ray Jr Francis
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