Lyrics:
rollin', lil larger
In the parking lot of Sonics, get to it on the Chronic
OR At Bay Street, Blues Cheifing them up by the twos
Rollin' with my big sister,
time in and stand fine in souped brine and
Drink that free gloop in line they tryin
Send your resume in 8pt inline and
Get to the front of the line
Yeah (Yeah,)
Okay, okay (King DCN)
Yeah, yeah
(KING DCN) Okay, okay yeah yeah
Yeah, okay, okay Mr. Clementine
FALCON X Pt. 2 is my time to shine
could go back
And be consumed by my own wrath
Yet I chose none of the low paths
Now I kick gravel at my old past
Road less traveled, took it, no rearview
niggas on the low
More smoke blow some more huh
Lay that shawty on the floor ayy
I'm back now for the show
Be killing niggas on the low
Now now now
Now now
style busted
You lay around and watch me break the mic stand
You should know by now that I am the man
Comin through, takin my place yeah you all know
millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads high from hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She ain't know we only
rolled
Get high than i lay low
If a pussy hatin
We’ll give your mans halo
Stacking up my pesos
2 Lines in the faygo
Marijane my main hoe
Just chillin
chains and I still won't go broke (I can't)
I'm a well-known scammer I gotta lay low (lay low)
You can run in my crib and say hi to the Draco (boom-boom,
man you’re still in the cot
And you ain’t at the top, it would pay you to listen when Outmatched
Outdone by this man on a mission
After just two rounds
from
Straight lab rat, spit it once run it back
Like a punt return, they tell me wait my turn
So that's what I'mma do
Lay in the cut like a 2 shot
Bruh I lay low aint tryna be recognized in streets
How the fame go i'll probably be dead by 33
[Verse 1]
Who the fuck do i know here im buzzing like
the forty pound
You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that sound?
[Verse 2]
It's like
down, say
Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar (rhythm)
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin',
down, say
Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar (rhythm)
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin',
Hey!
I've been moving too fast like a Draco
Underground for a bit, Yung Fazo
Pull up with a whole crew, yeah, lay low
They don't know me? Well, now,
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
I’m copping imma lay low
Am I opping imma say no
You the feds
You the 5-0
You the feds
You the 5-0
I’m on 5th with my eyes low
Off a spliff and a packed
dates
I want to lay low long hard labour, please...
I've been bringin' down ever since I was about 2 stop rent
see I know how 2 satisfy, gimme that
don't waste it
Baby turn around just shake it
I'm the top dog just face it
Heard her pockets low and she hating
Cuz I keep a two hoe rotation
Got
special can't let go,
No games, gonna play for keeps
Loving on her so great,
Now she wanna lay to sleep
I'ma lay it down,
Had to lay it down
Tell me now
Go
he want a weapons, will he wanted the wound
I come to school and lay down the rules
Two, two, two channel empty guzzle, brake gallons of drop
Shorty
(Chorus) x2
MCs don't know how we puts it down
K-9 and P-see from East to North town
We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step
So either
this alley, get me two more drinks of booze
Because I'm drunk now, mama, and I've got those old rough alley blues
(Stand by, people, if you wants
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