Lay Low ft. Swats Lyrics

Fighting hard, living large, can't you see us on the run

Marathon, on a run, get the gas up in the car

What you want, only one going to put up with the drugs

What is love, only once, I'm a fall into a rut

Grab the gun, quit the silly, you might have to fuckin' bust

Run it up, get the Millie's, they gone want you all a sudden

How I'm creeping through the night got 'em runnin', got 'em runnin'

How I pull up looking nice got to be that money, got to be that money

Wipe that smile up off your face, ain't shit funny, ain't shit funny

I want them both and plus the cake, yeah, it may hurt my stummy

Yeah I seen you and your crew, and the fit is looking bummy

And your nose is looking runny, and my girls are way too slutty

And my boys go way too dummy, used to ball outside the park

Now we ballin' across the country, we don't need the light in dark

Follow God but lead the charge, never said that it wouldn't be hard

Never said that I wouldn't do more, now I got to be a man of my word

Pouring something else up inside a sip of Faygo

Smoke another one for the ones seeing days go

Had a lot of focus on the dollars and the pesos

Lot of heat up in the city so I had to lay low

Finally I'm free, I can go about in peace

Staring at these pictures I can't recognize me

Winter on the way and it's cold, cold streets

Take a look around try and gather what you see

I need attention, not just from anybody

I want to mention, wouldn't do this for anybody

I stopped guessing, still gone make mistakes, only human

I took the message, ripped it up I'm still going through it, I make it vivid

Got the picture still in my temple so grab the scissors

Cut it out my life it ain't simple, can't live a little

Need to do it big or I'm a ripple my winnings, I'm counting the minutes

Seeing all these people complain they ain't living better

I was one of them now I see life is only stormy weather

Way you make it through gone show us if you really got it level

I'm too good to be done wrong I thought that shit forever

I was on the patio looking from the top floor

Thinking 'bout this game we call life I need a lot more

Thinking that I really need a wife but she a top whore

Walking over to the other side there ain't a closed door

Grab my brush, grab my pen, Mozart

Never said never again got a cold heart

Hundred mill in the walls like it's Ozark

Pussy flowing got me feeling like I'm on the ark

Pouring something else up inside a sip of Faygo

Smoke another one for the ones seeing days go

Had a lot of focus on the dollars and the pesos

Lot of heat up in the city so I had to lay low

Pouring something else up inside a sip of Faygo

Smoke another one for the ones seeing days go

Had a lot of focus on the dollars and the pesos

Lot of heat up in the city so I had to lay low