Lay Low ft. Swats

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