Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Layups, artist - The Cool Kids. Date of issue: 24.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Layups |
| Money, wake up and get your weight up |
| Fold the paper to fill the safe up |
| Making payroll, the bills is paid off |
| So what you say, dawg? |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup (Whatever) |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| I got some acres breeding alpacas and growing hay |
| I got your block like a linebacker |
| The other day, I’m on the phone with my contractor |
| He tryna say I need another zoning permit |
| I’m zooming in the X6 |
| Crashed and I burned it, recouping my investments |
| Zendaya on my table, eating sushi off her naked |
| Twist a bad bitch up and put her coochie where her neck is |
| Pretzel, X-O, skeleton suits, I got protection |
| Let’s go, the check cleared |
| Playing chess on a crystal set |
| Ice brick chip baguettes |
| My weed smell like deer piss mixed with sweat |
| We nomadic for money, we wherever it’s at |
| You email me 'bout a rap, have that money attached |
| My crib full of artifacts and archaeology books |
| And bluetail monitors, look how exotic they look |
| Using the best technology, a prodigy, he gotta be |
| Money, wake up and get your weight up |
| Fold the paper to fill the safe up |
| Making payroll, the bills is paid off |
| So what you say, dawg? |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Look, dawg, I just passed you the ball |
| If that’s more than you can handle, don’t be stepping out of bounds |
| You full court trapping, I ain’t even gotta foul |
| This big shot clock’ll make you call timeout |
| Off the glass, line the bands up like parquet tile |
| If that’s your mans, then he should’ve told you watch your mouth, nigga |
| This ain’t a team picture |
| You just shooting by yourself, I was never playing with you |
| Finger roll ice and my footwork nice |
| Pulling up from downtown and my wristwork slight |
| And they ripped you off the cross 'cause you wasn’t Christ |
| Nothing like the dribble out the jam, nigga |
| Use your other hand, nigga |
| Chuck, streets like a game of 21 |
| Only rule, get it done |
| Three-peat, no check |
| 'Fore you shoot the twos and ones |
| Watch out for the double cross |
| Take an L, brush it off |
| Come back with a vengeance |
| Shit, it been a minute since I took a loss |
| Make your defense your best offense |
| Took the charge, got up, kept it pushing |
| Even when I didn’t get the call |
| Money wake up and get your weight up |
| Fold the paper to fill the safe up |
| Making payroll, the bills is paid off |
| So what you say, dawg? |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |
| Don’t shoot if it’s a layup |