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Summer days in the rays 
Is so nice with you 
Rainy days when we lay 
I’m getting right with you 
How bout we SIT UP at the fire 
Till the winter

closed, I just had to lay it low

What the fuck do you run from, yeah?
Know you gotta want someone, yeah
For the fame and the life, from the thief

down, lay low and just stack P's
Coming with the tools, courtesy of Stanley
Ticklish but this one don't tickle my fancy
Before they attack me
It gets

a screw
It's owned by StateFarm crew
Maybe I'm kidding you
Trust me, it's not that bad
Finished product, I'm glad
From sticking to the script
To then making

it by any means
Where I'm from you can be 6 feet, no quarantine
For the bag, my n***** sold packs right up the street
That's a fact, we rode dirty but

a next whip, and press it
We don't stress it, we just get peso's
Hitta get em, my shooter lay low
Squish that dope, like it was play doe
That clip curve,

An angel on my shoulder
On a boulder with a halo
I smoke a pound and lay low
If you need me I'll be there just say so
I'm stacking pesos out in Tijuana
Try

the reason
I use to want stay on the low
But how can I boss up
If I lay on the floor

Had to leave you
Cause I felt you would leave
I was cutting my grass
Now

death is a symphony
Redrum soliloquies
I'm the one playin' the horror score
In the trunk lay the forty-four
Guns, blades, enormous swords
Duct tape

hope yea
Are you gonna stay, we getting a little older
Getting a little older yea
Zebra White 350s on me
She might spend da night and lay her titties

detergent
My aura clean send in my wings
I'm finna dodge the furnace
Some real be dumb, some just still be learning
Aye it don't take hard labor to practice

errbody lay low

I go 0 to a 100 that's a kickdown
They finna call the Cops on me now
Keep my name out yo mouth otherwise 
You gon need bodyguard weighing

Conquer
Slaying out then move up
Slaughter
Keep it clean and stock up
Monsters
One by one then trade in for dollars
Gotta get the bag
Three
Time to go Rest

these pesos Yin comin in lets spend these pesos
Hit this lick then we gone lay low
Movin wit the shooters they gone do it for a bank roll
Yin comin in

me gay bro
Lay low never had to never been hot
Off kilter playin with the sticks hit a rim shot
Black guy I'm a use the pass nigga nigga
Double major,

that my gang gang forever I bang bang
Fuck a bando, in mama house
In my room wrappin' dough by the ounce 
Fashoo that's a lot I can't tell on myself

the shebi you know he level my gee

I get high for my time in the basement Brick by brick I the lay my foundation
With time all my goals na achievements cus I

Cause if you violate I'll raise the stakes and leave you buried 
Lay low for bout two weeks then come back up to make my money
Confused searching for

Keep it laid back
My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl
My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl
Make you say whoa my girl drop it drop it low
Lay you in deep

a lesson
Of theory so clearly a musical session to assist usual depression
Weight of the anvil  Too much to handle
Anchors me down with stress by the handful

Been slappin Larry June now my smoothie green do me clean
My life a low budget movie scene
With zero love interest just a cutie thing
Judging by her

to the bag like I'm on a damn heist
Get to the bag like I'm made out of green
Dressed in the best, so fresh and so clean
By my side is a queen
She's

in line?
This is not a pick-up line
This is not a pick-up line
Lay the pipe like I'm Mario
And I'm grounded, from the barrio
This is not a love song
I

for you What's made visible 
By a low-cut neckline
In this silky dress

Slide over it
This' all you get

Slide over it
This' all you get

This' all you