Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Layin Low, artist - TravDate of issue: 02.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Layin Low |
| Yeah yeah |
| Yeah, yeah yeah |
| Ayy |
| I was layin' low from the suit and ties |
| They look for my gang for a homicide |
| Count a hundred thousand, nigga all in fives |
| This drug game left me traumatized |
| They said make that money, don’t make a change up |
| Ayy, don’t make a change up |
| They said make that money, don’t make a change up |
| Ayy, don’t make a change up |
| Still always dream, buyin' Rollies for the team |
| Chopper gun just shootin' shit |
| Pussy nigga on the boomings |
| I ain’t breakin' no bread if he don’t eat with us |
| In the trap with a strap with a street nigga |
| You ain’t gettin' no money, you a flea nigga |
| Half a million in the trap, that’s me nigga |
| I’m just gettin' ready for the suit and ties |
| He strapped, I’m strapped, that’s do-or-die |
| Pussy niggas irritate me like fruit flies |
| Hood full, cool nigga, whole crew die |
| Niggas talkin' too much, I ain’t into flexin' |
| Niggas pillow talking, I ain’t into textin' |
| Pussy niggas on the internet |
| My niggas, we ain’t into that |
| Same old nigga when I came in |
| On call, on money I’m chainin' |
| If a nigga move bricks in the payment |
| Slide on him with the jam shit |
| Slide on him, left the K with him |
| Wonderful fuck up your day shit |
| All of my niggas some made men |
| None of my niggas ain’t changin', gang |
| I was layin' low from the suit and ties |
| They look for my gang for a homicide |
| Count a hundred thousand, nigga all in fives |
| This drug game left me traumatized |
| They said make that money, don’t make a change up |
| Ayy, don’t make a change up |
| They said make that money, don’t make a change up |
| Ayy, don’t make a change up |
| Don keep the tool with me, I got goons with me |
| And you know me, I never slip |
| My bitch from the honors, my weed come from Cali |
| And I got some diamonds from Elliot |
| I roll with the fellas and predicates |
| You was usin' that work, I was sellin' it |
| My body is full of that medicine |
| Baby bottle just to measure it |
| I got the lean, the lean, the lean, the drugs is makin' me naseous |
| I got the keys, the keys, the keys, the keys, I jump in the Rari, the doors lift |
| Please watch your step when the sauce drip |
| I came in the game with some boss shit |
| I came with some hustle niggas and a bunch of niggas I was runnin' in stores |
| with (yeah yeah yeah yeah) |
| Niggas can hate and they plot |
| But I know that they focused on takin' my spot |
| I’m just focused on makin' a lot |
| A week in the trap with a plate and a pot |
| My flow is just frightening |
| I bet all the rumors gon' call and recite it |
| In the trenches where no one’s invited |
| I came a long way, gettin' law from indicted |
| I was layin' low from the suit and ties (fuck nigga) |
| They look for my gang for a homicide (baow baow baow, brraow baow baow, |
| baow baow) |
| Count a hundred thousand, nigga all in fives (lil bitch, lil bitch) |
| This drug game left me traumatized (rich nigga) |
| They said make that money, don’t make a change up (fuck nigga, lil nigga, |
| lil nigga, lil nigga) |
| Ayy, don’t mak ea change up |
| They said make that money, don’t make a change up (lil snot-nosed bitch, |
| lil bitch, lil bitch) |
| Ayy, don’t make a change up (rich nigga, rich nigga) |
| It change you, and I gotta aim too |
| Took my hitters with me nigga, hear my killers came too |
| Took my Lam' to New York City, my Aston, Rari came too |
| You a bitch, I’m a soldier, I’m a big pistol toter |
| Hold up, wait, pause, slow down, slow down, wait a minute, we gotta shot |
| I got niggas in the penitentiary doin' a life sentence, free the whole crew, |
| yeah |
| I’m in the dope boy powder, yeah, I’m in a dope boy Rari, yeah |
| I sold real narcotics, yeah, and I ain’t tell nobody, yeah |
| I got my heater, I got my lil killers with me |
| And you know I gotta feed 'em |
| I got my feet up, I’m in the back of the Maybach |
| I got on turk in my peoples |
| Sellin' them rocks, yeah, I been posted on the block, yeah |
| I love my niggas, 'cause we all we got left |
| I was layin' low from the suit and ties |
| They look for my gang for a homicide |
| Count a hundred thousand, nigga all in fives |
| This drug game left me traumatized |
| They said make that money, don’t make a change up |
| Ayy, don’t make a change up |
| They said make that money, don’t make a change up |
| Ayy, don’t make a change up |