LAY LOW! Lyrics

Yeah

It's three-twenty six in the afternoon

We lit

(Spazz on em' Brady)

Yeah

I learned to lay low

Can't really be fucking with fake hoes (Nahh)

She know that whatever I say goes (Tah)

I been on my shit from the get go

Nigga been ten toes

Bar was set lower than limbo

Dollars same color as Venmo (Ha foreal)

Beat up the pussy like Kimbo Slice (Bow bow)

They look at yo boy be like damn is he nice (Ha)

Fasho sheesh

I'm in my bag that's fasho

Treat money like bitches it comes and it goes

No cuffing the hoes they just for the bros

I thought they was bros they turned into foes

I'm throwing the fours with my lil baby

Man they always temp me but won't ever fade me (Skurt)

Use the give he gave me yeah they gotta pay me (Woah)

Tuh ha foreal

Yeah lately bitches getting at me (At me)

Throwing shots won't ever at me (Ha)

Give her dick it make her happy (Yuh)

Getting closer to the family (Yeah)

Every time we kick I just call her Lionel

Cause that girl know she Messi (Sheesh)

Woah don't mind me I'm off the addy (The addy)

Yeah wine and dine her she a baddie (Yeah)

I got the vibe on tremendous

The king of this shit like a boss of the business

Could call me T Lanez ain't been broke in a minute (Woah)

My pockets they watching ain't none of they business

I know where I came from

Made me a name and then some

Guessing that's why they got tension (Yeah yeah yeah)

The stuff that they be doing I been done

Best pay attention

Made a new wave invention

Aye do it again

Do it again

Do it again

Do it again (Oh no no no)

Aye do it again

Do it again

Do it again

I learned to lay low

Can't really be fucking with fake hoes

She know that whatever I say goes

I been on my shit from the get go

Nigga been ten toes

Bar was set lower than limbo

Dollars same color as Venmo

Beat up the pussy like Kimbo Slice (Ding ding)

They look at yo boy be like damn is he nice (Ha)

Fasho sheesh

I'm in my bag that's fasho

Treat money like bitches it comes and it goes

No cuffing the hoes they just for the bros

I thought they was bros they turned into foes

I'm throwing the fours with my lil baby

Man they always temp me but won't ever fade me

Use the give he gave me yeah they gotta pay me (Yeah)

Ha foreal

Yeah I'm next on the list I was built for this shit

Gotta take off I can't go out sad bout a bitch (Whew)

My stock cost a ton and that's with no assistance

Get money like Mitch only goal is get rich man (Rich)

Yeah R.I.P Mark but I'm Eaton

Smoking on broccoli call me a vegan (Bow)

It ain't a future in tweaking and geeking

Lifestyle I left for a reason

Like Jameis ya boy had his Winslow

Can't trust nobody not even my kinfolk (Whew)

Muddy mentality shout out to Krisco (Mud)

Been on my shit from the get go ten toes

Had to start over again I guess it's whatever (Whatever)

Got lost in the sauce now I'm hot like a pepper (Yeah yeah yeah)

The Kap is the Sig they claiming they steppers

Don't know where to go now I'm back on the road

Skurt

(I learned to lay low)

(With fake hoes)

(What I say goes)

(Yeah from the get go)

(Bar was set lower than limbo)

The greatest ever

Fuck you mean

Aha (Yeah yeah yeah)

Woah