Lay Up Lyrics

Chuck The Duce on the beat

Ya know

I fuck on my bitch and we lay up

I fuck on my bitch and we lay up

I fuck on my bitch and we lay up

We popping us something to stay up

I fuck on my bitch and we lay up

I fuck on my bitch and we lay up

I fuck on my bitch and we lay up

I fuck on my, fuck on my, fuck on my

I'm from where the kids hopscotch

Hundred feet away, a kid drawn in chalk

I'm from where you get no recognition

If you doing anything outside the block

City talking about who hot

But they don't know who popping like Big and Pac

Raw with it, never cooked over

Really often I'm looked over

Dog owners know, kitchen counters

Had quick encounters with homies counting

On me to make it like down accountants

Tough shit, bitch, Ronda Rousey

I'm still broke but I rap good

My tree lit and that sap should

Just bubble up on that Backwood

Double up if it's that good

I spent all my money on weed (spent all my money)

Spent all my money on wax (I spent all my money)

I spent all my money on girls

But all of my girls had a hell of an ass

I done burnt through all of my savings

Ran through all of these favors

Broken down like an Acer

I've been on the streets like pavers

(Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)

I've been skimming on flip phones

Razors, Nextels, Motorola's, old pagers

Pre-weighed baggies up in them ceiling tiles

To trap right out my mom's basement (yeah)

I was listening to Lil Wayne and (yeah)

Sipping on that soda (yeah)

Tipping on 44s

I was still tripping on these hoes (huh)

Slipping on these foes (damn)

I've been robbed by some of my bros (damn)

All of them hit me up for they dro now

I guess karma comes and it goes

Funny how this shit play out

Funny how the world lay out

Funny how your bitch stay out

Funny how your bitch used to be mine (wow)

I got nothing left but this time now

Put all of me in these rhymes now

And like Popeye's new chicken sandwich

Got them waiting on these lines now

They wanna see what I'm up to

Minding mine in Timbuktu

Commenting on my hairdo

But didn't on my damn debut

I don't even expect, wait

Yeah I do, I expect hate

How the fuck I get eight plays

I've been at this since eighth grade

I don't know, is it algorithms

I don't know, should I have been a quitter

I done waited until they all gone to sleep

And stayed up late like the babysitter

Lead & Breakfast

Go and get the album

I fuck on my bitch and we lay up

I fuck on my bitch and we lay up

We popping us something to stay up

Lead & Breakfast

Go and get the album

I fuck on my bitch and we lay up

I fuck on my bitch and we lay up

I fuck on my, fuck on my, yeah

Come see us here at the Lead & Breakfast

Bring your baddest bitches

Bring your hardest drugs

Let's get fucked up everybody

It's a celebration