Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Layup , by - Atl Smook. Release date: 16.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Layup |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| (Welcome to 1st Class) |
| Yeah, let’s go |
| I dropped the top on the foreign machine tryna' catch me a breeze |
| I walk out the bank with them racks, yeah I do it with ease |
| I put that shit on, that’s a fact, yeah I’m Mr. Clean |
| Shawty your ass way too fat, how you get that in them jeans? |
| No Don Juan, too player, real player, yeah Himalaya |
| Fucking your thot, we do layups |
| I’m throwing this cash like a layup |
| If you owe some, better pay up |
| Get on pink molly, I wake up |
| No bakery, I got my cake up |
| If it’s up then it’s stuck, I don’t makeup |
| check up on it when I wake up |
| My bitch think I’m chating, said she wanna' break up |
| F&N on me, yah that shit fully loaded, I don’t do the fades but I give him a |
| shape up |
| Finna' go cop some new drip, yeah I need some new boots, shit I’m thinking |
| about going to Botega |
| Running around the lobby with some hoes on the molly, finna' pin em' all down, |
| I’m a real thot slayer |
| I spend them racks, I don’t care |
| Said she got a man, I don’t care |
| This drip that I’m rocking is rare |
| I’m stepping on shit like a stair |
| I’m in the hills, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air |
| Popping these pills, yeah I’m high as hell |
| These niggas cowardly, tucking their tail |
| Like a these niggas ain’t real |
| I dropped the top on the foreign machine tryna' catch me a breeze |
| I walk out the bank with them racks, yeah I do it with ease |
| I put that shit on, that’s a fact, yeah I’m Mr. Clean |
| Shawty your ass way too fat, how you get that in them jeans? |
| No Don Juan, too player, real player, yeah Himalaya |
| Fucking your thot, we do layups |
| I’m throwing this cash like a layup |
| If you owe some, better pay up |
| Get on pink molly, I wake up |
| No bakery, I got my cake up |
| If it’s up then it’s stuck, I don’t makeup |
| I dropped the top on the foreign machine tryna' catch me a breeze |
| I walk out the bank with them racks, yeah I do it with ease |
| I put that shit on, that’s a fact, yeah I’m Mr. Clean |
| Shawty your ass way too fat, how you get that in them jeans? |