Lay Low II

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