Lyrics:
bowlin ball paper swirl
Gotta trap it white, baller candy bike
I don't light it though get too high
Stay too low
I live by the code, extra credit mode
no tide, permanent stain
Tamed, flamed, we are not the same
Leave you in the dust with an ankle sprain
Wausau, Madison, different planes
Hit a one-two
low guess I'll lay low
Yeah yeah don't say to much
I can tell who you are by the way you touch
Never been the type to play in your face for what
Yeah
[Repeat x2]
Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York
A nigga livin foul
As I steps inside the playground
I lays down my laws at the door
Ya know
Days pass me by
Years fade away
And I still try
To find my place
Kingdom will come
He gives and he takes
I pray he don't lay me to waste
smoked
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like shit get masked out over dog hoes
Really doe
Bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get
me now tell me true
Tell me what you want to do
Are we gonna go on one by one or do we go two by two
(Chorus)
I need a place to lay my head
them
That’s the game though, lay low
Thank your guardian Angel
Make peace with god in case you
End up at his gate, yo
Sometimes it’s better to save it
made the bed so I guess I gotta lay
I guess I'll slide through and
Ride through the hood today
Lay low, hold ya gats, and watch yaself
Stay composed, I
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
they learn a thing or two once I render scripture
Not to get too sentimental (sent a mental) but I'll throw a thought your way
Hmm maybe not but I
me, Shazzam!!
I guess I'm in too deep, fuck cullas, I¹m riddin over low term beef
Chorus 2X
Gang bangin, huh, Cube nigga wassup, W.C., Mack
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
Tell a motherfucker better lay low
Before we have to grip up and
Cop and shoot clips like halo
No xbox but you niggas can
Catch the next slot
In
queen
For you to love a guy like me, We had to lay low for a while
I appreciate the things that you do to me
I appreciate the way that you make me
seeds, salutation from the missile plant
Quick to the hollow point, it ain't no olive branch
My low cal, four oh cal in the cardigan
Tempted by Satan,
Let's cut the pie five ways
We came off with two mil, kid
Noodles
Fast
Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through
La Cosa Nostra
Johnny Blaze
Lou
Let's cut the pie five ways
We came off with two mil, kid
Noodles
Fast
Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through
La Cosa Nostra
Johnny Blaze
Lou
slatts
We got the Dracos and GATs in the pack
Better lay low, if you see me, go to the back
'Cause he gon' have a halo
If a nigga do that
You was with
to yo ass I see
O, for my mob status I'ma lay low
Representin Legit Ballers and niggas biten the flow
On the streets or the stage
A 45 or a gauge
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Yo, bando life gotta lay low
Up in his face and he looking like Mayo
Drill metal 2 I don’t care for the hate tho
Business man and I’m stacking them
Still we lay still we lay
[KENZIE]
There's things in life you have to make
Which path you take is like deja-vou
Stand by your side
Stand next
One in the head, You know I can't lack
Spent Two bands, To get that back
Three in the morning, You know that we fishing
Four deep in that car, We going
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