Lay low ft. lord k Lyrics

Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you

I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view

We might rush you, Don't stop

AR make his heart drop

Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose

I got the Glocks loaded in it

In the whip windows tinted

With yo bitch she a dentist

Mortal Kombat way I finish

If i'm duckin yo call maybe i'm just busy hoe

I cant take a break untill i'm breakin' all my records, oh

And if you wanna talk shit, say it to my face

I ain't scared to leave you bloody

I'm not worried bout a case

Guns blastin' in yo face hoe, Woah!

Ain't nobody on my payroll, Go!

I got the weapons from the drums bro, Oh!

Its so acidic like that res flow, Cold!

If you ask me where my mind go I sold it with my damn soul

Parked up in the lamb told k to get the spliff rolled

Ima get the bands I stack it up mind yo info

I think i'm to fucked up homie where the Blick go

Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you

I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view

We might rush you, Don't stop

AR make his heart drop

Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose

Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you

I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view

We might rush you, Don't stop

AR make his heart drop

Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose

Just made a bag or 2

I keep it flippin every second then I laugh at you

That nigga talkin like his soul isn't detachable, hell catch a few

I know she want me bad, I do

Cant act a fool

But really I been chillin

Money comin slowly stack that shit up to the ceiling with my dawgs

That bitch woke me up when she was pulling down my draws

Banging on my line I had to block her, oh my gosh

G9 what I'm rocking when I'm walking it be sauce

Swear you just be talking

I ain't ever had a problem with you pussy, come and solve it

When I pull up get to stomping

I just love it, ain't no stopping

I'm just bopping my head, when they listen they say I'm rocking

Fuck that bitch go to bed, I'll be sleeping until the coffin

Take a swing to the head, that katana will leave you topless

You niggas snake, walk with caution

I keep a blade in my pocket

Like Tekken my hits ain't stopping

This combo leaves you no options

Spray bullets into yo office

Stuff money down in my pockets

My wallet filled up with cottage

Opp pack, we smoke it often

Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you

I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view

We might 1-2, bullets finna hush you

I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view

We might rush you, Don't stop

AR make his heart drop

Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose