Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lay Low , by - Joey Fatts. Release date: 05.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lay Low |
| I’m just tryna lay low, yeah |
| Gang shit, man |
| Cutthroat shit, man |
| Sake World shit (Yeah) |
| 29 shit |
| Turn the fuck up, nigga (Yeah, yeah), ayy |
| I said them cops after me, I’m just tryna lay low (Yeah) |
| Tryna lay low (Yeah), tryna lay low |
| You talkin' down up on me, ooh, you better lay low (Yeah) |
| Better lay low, ooh, you better lay low |
| I said them cops after me, I’m just tryna lay low (Uh) |
| Tryna lay low (Yeah), tryna lay low |
| You talkin' down up on me, ooh, you better lay low (Yeah) |
| Better lay low, ooh you better lay low |
| Got your bitch on her knees and she suck me real slow, uh |
| Ex bitch on my line, she keep blowin' up my phone |
| For my brothers I’ma ride, catch you slippin' then it’s on (Then it’s on) |
| Rock another show, get my money then get on |
| Never got it like that, so I had to rob (Yeah) |
| Make my ho sell my dope like it’s her fuckin' job (Yeah), ayy |
| Boy I’m bout that cheese, I’m bout that cheddar bob |
| And if the boy snatch you up, then you don’t speak at all |
| Straight tweakin' y’all, I be straight tweakin' y’all (What the fuck) |
| I mix the Xans, I mix the drop with that Adderall |
| Fuck school, fuck college, fuck Asher Roth |
| I’m eatin' good up in Hollywood with John Ross |
| I said them cops after me, I’m just tryna lay low (Yeah) |
| Tryna lay low (Yeah), tryna lay low |
| You talkin' down up on me, ooh, you better lay low (Yeah) |
| Better lay low, ooh, you better lay low |
| I said them cops after me, I’m just tryna lay low (Uh) |
| Tryna lay low (Yeah), tryna lay low |
| You talkin' down up on me, ooh, you better lay low (Yeah) |
| Better lay low, ooh you better lay low |
| Chopper sweep him off his feet, now he got a halo (Yeah) |
| Then I dump my gun, get it by the caseload |
| Tell migo I need a ki, said he got me for the low (Yeah) |
| But I don’t trust these niggas, so my shooters on go |
| I said my shooters on go, uh |
| Make a move, they blow, uh |
| Cutthroat at your throat, uh |
| Savage at your throat, uh |
| Niggas tryna hang theyself, well here boy, here’s your rope (Yeah) |
| Made it off of dope, niggas hatin' cause they broke (Uh), uh (Yeah) |
| But I’ma keep gettin' money (Yeah, ayy, what?) |
| And I’ma keep fuckin' bitches (Yeah, ayy, what?) |
| Countin' all these blue hundreds (Yeah, yeah) |
| Stayin' low from these snitches |
| I said them cops after me, I’m just tryna lay low (Yeah) |
| Tryna lay low (Yeah), tryna lay low |
| You talkin' down up on me, ooh, you better lay low (Yeah) |
| Better lay low, ooh, you better lay low |
| I said them cops after me, I’m just tryna lay low (Uh) |
| Tryna lay low (Yeah), tryna lay low |
| You talkin' down up on me, ooh, you better lay low (Yeah) |
| Better lay low, ooh you better lay low |