[Lyric] Lay low (YvNG BoSs)

Verse 1

Say he want the smoke we gone walk em down
Ain’t talking money it’s nothing to talk about
Bring dem choppas out
No polo g but you know that I’m popping out

Verse 2
I gotta Glock you know we gone chalk em out
Shoot at his leg that nigga can’t walk it out
I gotta Glock but the choppa gone log em out
Choppa got Extensions so no I ain’t running out

Verse 3

You know I ain’t running
My Glock gotta beam so you know that we drumming
My shootas they coming
Walking on the beat I ain’t talking no stumping

Verse 4
And I gotta Glock so you know it be thumping
We beat up his block I ain’t talking percussion
We pull up wit more sticks then a Russian
I pull up we choppa you know that we bussin
I gotta Glock but I’m upping the draco
And I gotta Glock so you know they gon lay low
Shawty wit me she gon do what I say so
And I wit my shootas you know they on payroll
And I got the wocky pour it in my faygo


Verse 5

Can’t beef wit these rappers I juss want the pesos
And I clutching mo heat than volcanos
Me & my shoota gon trap in Barbadoes
Playin yo girl I ain’t talking no play-doh
My shootas retarded
Up on da Glock and I’m hitting my target

Verse 6

I hop on a plane and I fly out to Charlotte
And I got the sauce I ain’t talking no garlic
And I shoot from deep but I can not be guarded
And I get the cash and I run it regardless
And can’t fuck wit shawty I glad that we parted
Verse 7

Yeah I blocked that lil girl no she say that she need me
These diamonds on my I be dripping no Fiji
How do I do it they wonder like Stevie
He run up on me and got put on a big screen put em tv

Verse 8

Put a Glock to his face now he can’t even see me
And shawty gone eat me up like a zucchini
Gotta Glock and I put it to ya head like a beanie
Pull up and we sort off in a Lamborghini