| I’m just tryna lay low, yeah
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| Gang shit, man
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| Cutthroat shit, man
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| Sake World shit (Yeah)
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| 29 shit
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| Turn the fuck up, nigga (Yeah, yeah), ayy
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| I said them cops after me, I’m just tryna lay low (Yeah)
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| Tryna lay low (Yeah), tryna lay low
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| You talkin' down up on me, ooh, you better lay low (Yeah)
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| Better lay low, ooh, you better lay low
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| I said them cops after me, I’m just tryna lay low (Uh)
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| Tryna lay low (Yeah), tryna lay low
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| You talkin' down up on me, ooh, you better lay low (Yeah)
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| Better lay low, ooh you better lay low
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| Got your bitch on her knees and she suck me real slow, uh
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| Ex bitch on my line, she keep blowin' up my phone
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| For my brothers I’ma ride, catch you slippin' then it’s on (Then it’s on)
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| Rock another show, get my money then get on
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| Never got it like that, so I had to rob (Yeah)
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| Make my ho sell my dope like it’s her fuckin' job (Yeah), ayy
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| Boy I’m bout that cheese, I’m bout that cheddar bob
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| And if the boy snatch you up, then you don’t speak at all
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| Straight tweakin' y’all, I be straight tweakin' y’all (What the fuck)
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| I mix the Xans, I mix the drop with that Adderall
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| Fuck school, fuck college, fuck Asher Roth
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| I’m eatin' good up in Hollywood with John Ross
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| I said them cops after me, I’m just tryna lay low (Yeah)
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| Tryna lay low (Yeah), tryna lay low
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| You talkin' down up on me, ooh, you better lay low (Yeah)
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| Better lay low, ooh, you better lay low
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| I said them cops after me, I’m just tryna lay low (Uh)
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| Tryna lay low (Yeah), tryna lay low
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| You talkin' down up on me, ooh, you better lay low (Yeah)
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| Better lay low, ooh you better lay low
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| Chopper sweep him off his feet, now he got a halo (Yeah)
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| Then I dump my gun, get it by the caseload
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| Tell migo I need a ki, said he got me for the low (Yeah)
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| But I don’t trust these niggas, so my shooters on go
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| I said my shooters on go, uh
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| Make a move, they blow, uh
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| Cutthroat at your throat, uh
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| Savage at your throat, uh
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| Niggas tryna hang theyself, well here boy, here’s your rope (Yeah)
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| Made it off of dope, niggas hatin' cause they broke (Uh), uh (Yeah)
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| But I’ma keep gettin' money (Yeah, ayy, what?)
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| And I’ma keep fuckin' bitches (Yeah, ayy, what?)
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| Countin' all these blue hundreds (Yeah, yeah)
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| Stayin' low from these snitches
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| I said them cops after me, I’m just tryna lay low (Yeah)
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| Tryna lay low (Yeah), tryna lay low
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| You talkin' down up on me, ooh, you better lay low (Yeah)
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| Better lay low, ooh, you better lay low
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| I said them cops after me, I’m just tryna lay low (Uh)
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| Tryna lay low (Yeah), tryna lay low
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| You talkin' down up on me, ooh, you better lay low (Yeah)
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| Better lay low, ooh you better lay low |