Lay Low Lyrics

I know you a bitch, for sure

Glock hear everything, better tiptoe

I got opps everywhere, stay 10-toes

If he at the door, shoot him through the peephole

I just been stacking my chips like Fritos

Glock aimed high, so you better go and lay low

I got shooters on my motherfucking payroll

I'ma get it up, I'ma rip it up

I'ma get in that kitty yuh

Heard the whole city my opps, so I light up the city yuh

New mink coat, bitch, I'm wearing a Chameleon

I got My first M, I want another whole million

Ima take my next flight to wherever my bitty is

My Drac done blowed more opps than whatever P Diddy did

Boy got lead in his chest, yeah my Draco been filling him

Dumb, dumb, dumb

I hit him with that drum

I bet that your girlfriend

Just been hungry, but she's hungry for my cum

Boy I know that you ain't never do nun

She thought That's my dick, that's just my gun

I never aint never had to go and kill no one

For bad blood just for fun

Hop out the city, I'm wearing new Vets

No I am not in love, so don't send me no texts

In my pocket, a woodpecker you gon' get pecked

Bullets fly faster than a 100 mil jet

Ima kill you, no hesitation, I don't fret

Like the undertaker, I bet that I leave you dead

How we shot 400 times, every one hit his chest

Yeah, I put him to sleep, but that boy not in bed

I know you a bitch, for sure

Glock hear everything, better tiptoe

I got opps everywhere, stay 10-toes

If he at the door, shoot him through the peephole

I just been stacking my chips like Fritos

Glock aimed high, so you better go and lay low

I got shooters on my motherfucking payroll

I let my glock heat up, this bitch a hundred degrees

That little boy want a song wit me, but he didnt know he had to go pay a fee

Light up his body, turn his white tee to a bloodstained motherfuckin' tee

Four hoes in his body, that's the trophy

That you get for fuckin' with me

I'm in the streets, I'm chillin' with my gang, gang, gang, gang

I got a stick, you don't got shit, lil' boy, you can't hang

I got a knife on me, and I stab him once little boy like a fang

Lean, don't even hit no more, had to drop a pill in my drink

Lil' bitch, what do you think

Not Gwallahs on em, but i tank

I cannot keep my money in the bank

Cause I got it from illegal ways

He wanna talk shit, catch a fade

Matter fact, Fuck that, he catch a stray

He don't get bitches, cause I know he gay

And I'm countin' these millions every day

I know you a bitch, for sure

Glock hear everything, better tiptoe

I got opps everywhere, stay 10-toes

If he at the door, shoot him through the peephole

I just been stacking my chips like Fritos

Glock aimed high, so you better go and lay low

I got shooters on my motherfucking payroll