Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Laying Low, artist - Chillinit. Album song The Octagon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 420 Family
Song language: English
Laying Low |
| I be layin' low |
| I be layin' low |
| I be layin' low |
| I be layin' low, tryna double up my fee |
| All I really know’s no love for the police |
| Trust me, all my bros still hustle in the streets |
| So you better know the go if you gon' fuck with me |
| Try and make it grow like the money on the tree |
| Brother got the O, then he cut it into three |
| I just got back home from my charges overseas |
| Now I’m back up on the road with the duffel of the weed |
| Brother, you know who I |
| Get in the taxi, mix the sesh with the baccy |
| And then I give her satisfaction like I’m Benny Benassi |
| I’m heavily active, I’m 'bout to go do ten for a cashie |
| So if you’re tryna get the Cali then you better get at me |
| I got the packs, devour any man |
| I just took a Xan, 13 hours till I land |
| Nah, I ain’t Drake, but the power’s in my hand |
| This is God’s plan, you couldn’t understand, I’m the ma’fuckin', argh |
| Play your cards right like Yu-Gi-Oh! |
| It not what you know, bruh, it’s who you know |
| Shout to my dealer out in Spain |
| I don’t even know his name, so fuck it, we call him Julio |
| Got this girl touching her toes |
| I’m fuckin' a ho, the bubble butt, we fuck her and go |
| No cuddlin' though, we tryna get the funds on the go |
| We ain’t no ordinary people like we Bugzy Malone |
| If she wants a flight: business class |
| We don’t check the price: business cards |
| People wonder why they ain’t blowing up |
| 'Cause they focused on the money and sluts and the business last |
| Cocaina got me ready to blow |
| The bag’s rocky like Sylvester Stallone |
| So fuck tryna get the Gucci, that be stupid, I’ll invest in a home |
| And keep my billy in the car 'cause I sesh on the go, like |
| Doubled up the fee |
| All I really know’s no love for the police |
| Trust me, all my bros still hustle in the streets |
| So you better know the go if you gon' fuck with me |
| Try and make it grow like the money on the tree |
| Brother got the O, then he cut it into three |
| I just got back home from my charges overseas |
| Now I’m back up on the road with the duffel of the weed |
| 'Cause I be layin low, tryna double up my fee |
| All I really know’s no love for the police |
| Trust me, all my bros still hustle in the streets |
| So you better know the go if you gon' fuck with me |
| Try and make it grow like the money on the tree |
| Brother got the O, then he cut it into three |
| I just got back home from my charges overseas |
| Now I’m back up on the road with the duffel of the weed |
| Brother, you know who I |
| Will Smith on the rhythm, the way we switch blaze |
| Switchblade, cuttin' up for six days |
| Six bottles of liquor and six thick babes |
| 6.8 of the canny up where the crib stay |
| Impossible missions like I was Ving Rhames (Vring vring) |
| Versace, we rock a thick chain |
| Only rock with the women that like a big Range |
| Thicker than a Snicker, I super freak it like Rick James |
| I super freak it like Rick James, argh |
| I super freak it like Rick James |