Lay Low II Lyrics

Nah, you know what

You can find me in the Wood if you looking for me

I usually let a goofy do what they wanna do

But now you swerving in my lane, let me crash you

You got a lot of nerve to treat me like your enemy

But a backstabbing ass hoe can't be a friend of me

You switching up like low lows, all out of jealousy

Can't speak your mind, so you talking through the Hennessy

Running your mouth, it's a damn marathon

But you still do the shit that I put you on to, nigga

Humble yourself, cut the extra shit

We ain't going for the lies you preach from your pulpit

You got baggage, that's why you big tripping

I'ma call you light switch from the way you stay flipping

Can't even have accountability for what you do

That don't fly on this side, I'm really on you

Fuck outta here with that whoopty-whoop

Acting like you ain't shit, you poo poo

I be chilling till you cross me

You need to go and find a map, you lost me

You better lay low

You better lay low

If you think that I won't trip, find out

Better keep my name out your damn mouth

You better lay low

You better lay low

Burning propane, jacket on because a gurb playing cold games

Linking up with people that don't talk to me

That shit is really evil, like it's alchemy

They're on a low level and I peep it from my balcony

Stop it. You don't really want it kuz I'll turn up

Cause Lady Redd will pull up and catch your head up

The day you bang my line is on my wish list

Cause I got a clique full of turnt up misfits

Get up out your feelings, ain't no money in there

And if you got an issue, speak up if you dare

You should feel stupid

You really forgot the day that me and shawty invited you over to the spot

We don't care about your posts trick, grow up

And we don't care about your red, shut the fuck up

Iyanla fix her life cause it's fucked up

And I'mma toast to that with yak in my cup

I be chilling till you cross me

You need to go and find a map, you lost me

You better lay low

You better lay low

If you think that I won't trip, find out

Better keep my name out your damn mouth

You better lay low

You better lay low

I hit the dash like I'm punching LADOT

Shout out to my DJ cause I Got-A-Lot

I'm from the West but the money Milly Rock

And now they wanna hit on me like Kid Chris Rock

Treaty of Hildago

It come with the territory

Locking up you stupid ass niggas like it's purgatory

I had enough of you scamming rappers

I need to give out SAG cards for all of these actors

Back to flocking cause your EDD ran out

You ain't getting no play like a lockout

While I make an extra killing off the crypto

I make it flip then I put on all my kinfolks

She put cheeks on my lap, therapuetic

I'm on green, do not hand me pharmaceutic

I'm a problem so they asking how I do that there?

I just ball on these niggas like I don't care

Norfside

I be chilling till you cross me

You need to go and find a map, you lost me

You better lay low

You better lay low

If you think that I won't trip, find out

Better keep my name out your damn mouth

You better lay low

You better lay low

Hey check it out you bobble head voodoo looking fake ass gurb

Don't ever hit my line talking about some bullshit like that ever again in your life

You got all the alcohol, you got all the liquid courage in the world

But you can't even be a grown ass woman and address some shit when you really got a problem

Stop the bullshit

Cause I ain't got time for this

I'm getting money out here okay

Funny how everybody says they want a problem till I say, okay no problem

Then all of a sudden they don't want no problem

Oh cause it's like oh they didn't expect me to turn up like that, okay

So if you ain't gonna get your shit off, if you ain't gonna speak on what you got a problem with

With me, sit your goofy ass down, go smoke a blunt, chill the fuck out, and tighten up

On the dead homies

Why does everybody want to be me when they realize they can't be me?