Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stay Down , by - Ralo. Release date: 08.02.2018
Song language: English
Stay Down |
| Yeah, whoo! |
| Fam, goon |
| Oh Twysted |
| Yeah, uh |
| Tell 'em I’ll never look back |
| Got the game in the book bag |
| Got the streets in a choke hold |
| We gon' get them bricks by the boat load |
| Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold |
| We ain’t never goin' back broke |
| Nigga, fuck a friend where that pack go |
| You ain’t gotta tell 'em |
| We ain’t goin' back and forth about a ho |
| All that hatin' shit, it’s out of control |
| Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro |
| Never switch up, never bitch up |
| Get the picture, I don’t miss her |
| I don’t love her, I don’t want her |
| I don’t need her, I never did |
| Pockets bigger than an elephant |
| Got the F&N with a felony |
| Remember they ain’t wanna let him in |
| Now I’m better than |
| Percocet with the ten, yeah |
| Grab my bitch and go in, yeah |
| Ask her, can I fuck her friend, yeah |
| That lil pussy gettin' big, yeah |
| Drop the top then I burnt out |
| Fuckin' freak hoes got me turn’t out |
| In the parking lot fuck a parking spot |
| My shit cost a lot, yeah |
| My shit cost more than his, yeah |
| A young nigga with them M’s, wooh |
| Got more money than my peers |
| And they been workin' all the years |
| Tell 'em I’ll never look back |
| Got the game in the book bag |
| Got the streets in a choke hold |
| We gon' get them bricks by the boat load |
| Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold |
| We ain’t never goin' back broke |
| Nigga, fuck a friend where that pack go |
| You ain’t gotta tell 'em |
| We ain’t goin' back and forth about a ho |
| All that hatin' shit, it’s out of control |
| Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro |
| Never switch up, never bitch up |
| Get the picture, I don’t miss her |
| I don’t love her, I don’t want her |
| I don’t need her, I never did |
| Die got me stressed |
| Last nigga try me, he deceased |
| Two hundred thousand on the piece |
| So when I die, you can bury it with me |
| Rap niggas, don’t compare 'em to me |
| In the trap I was wearin' a key |
| Baby chopper, hundred rounds to the knees |
| Greyhound, a hundred pounds of the |
| Nigga, I was really stuck in the streets |
| Front line when it come to the beef |
| You the nigga be promotin' the piece |
| Hundred I can let of the leash |
| Ask Gucci, had him on my street |
| Hit Gucci, twenty thousand on sneak’s |
| , I’m the king of the east |
| You catchin' niggas still and bring 'em to me |
| Rolls Royce, no Wrangler Jeep |
| Balmains, no regular jeans |
| Actavis, no regular lean |
| He text you stay on this D |
| Private jet, lookin' out at the wings |
| Broke as fuck, I couldn’t afford me them wings |
| Now I’m ballin' up here in my team |
| Stay down, do you know what that mean? |
| It’s Philthy |
| Tell 'em I’ll never look back |
| Got the game in the book bag |
| Got the streets in a choke hold |
| We gon' get them bricks by the boat load |
| Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold |
| We ain’t never goin' back broke |
| Nigga, fuck a friend where that pack go |
| You ain’t gotta tell 'em |
| We ain’t goin' back and forth about a ho |
| All that hatin' shit, it’s out of control |
| Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro |
| Never switch up, never bitch up |
| Get the picture, I don’t miss her |
| I don’t love her, I don’t want her |
| I don’t need her, I never did |
| All my niggas want the same thing |
| treat the rap like the dope game |
| Tell her, Ralo, we like and |
| We ridin' in, got the frame |
| Still in the hood, we ain’t gon' change |
| Op shit, pray to her Lord when I aim |
| Pop shit, my nigga pull up, bang, bang |
| this ain’t no joke |
| Iced out my Cartier frame |
| Geeked, fucked that lil freak like my main |
| You better put some respect on my name |
| Lil bitch when you on it, you ain’t even change |
| You want the money, you can have the fame |
| Poppin' champagne with the bust down brain |
| Shoot that shit up like a game |
| Young nigga fresh like Novocain |
| I’m rich and fly like a on a plane |
| Fifty thousand I do is plan |
| Flippin and kicking it, it’s a coincidence |
| That my plug and my bitch is from Spain |
| She wanna fuck a real nigga, you lame |
| Pop a perc' I can’t even feel the pain |
| Got the mud, that lil dirty, the rain |
| Flex on a new 1017 chain |
| Tell 'em I’ll never look back |
| Got the game in the book bag |
| Got the streets in a choke hold |
| We gon' get them bricks by the boat load |
| Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold |
| We ain’t never goin' back broke |
| Nigga, fuck a friend where that pack go |
| You ain’t gotta tell 'em |
| We ain’t goin' back and forth about a ho |
| All that hatin' shit, it’s out of control |
| Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro |
| Never switch up, never bitch up |
| Get the picture, I don’t miss her |
| I don’t love her, I don’t want her |
| I don’t need her, I never did |