Lay Low II

Nah, you know what You can find me in the Wood if you looking for me I usually let a goofy do what they wanna do But now you swerving in my lane, let me crash you You got a lot of nerve to treat me like your enemy But a backstabbing ass hoe can't be a friend of me You switching up like low lows, all out of jealousy Can't speak your mind, so you talking through the Hennessy Running your mouth, it's a damn marathon But you still do the shit that I put you on to, nigga Humble yourself, cut the extra shit We ain't going for the lies you preach from your pulpit You got baggage, that's why you big tripping I'ma call you light switch from the way you stay flipping Can't even have accountability for what you do That don't fly on this side, I'm really on you Fuck outta here with that whoopty-whoop Acting like you ain't shit, you poo poo I be chilling till you cross me You need to go and find a map, you lost me You better lay low You better lay low If you think that I won't trip, find out Better keep my name out your damn mouth You better lay low You better lay low Burning propane, jacket on because a gurb playing cold games Linking up with people that don't talk to me That shit is really evil, like it's alchemy They're on a low level and I peep it from my balcony Stop it. You don't really want it kuz I'll turn up Cause Lady Redd will pull up and catch your head up The day you bang my line is on my wish list Cause I got a clique full of turnt up misfits Get up out your feelings, ain't no money in there And if you got an issue, speak up if you dare You should feel stupid You really forgot the day that me and shawty invited you over to the spot We don't care about your posts trick, grow up And we don't care about your red, shut the fuck up Iyanla fix her life cause it's fucked up And I'mma toast to that with yak in my cup I be chilling till you cross me You need to go and find a map, you lost me You better lay low You better lay low If you think that I won't trip, find out Better keep my name out your damn mouth You better lay low You better lay low I hit the dash like I'm punching LADOT Shout out to my DJ cause I Got-A-Lot I'm from the West but the money Milly Rock And now they wanna hit on me like Kid Chris Rock Treaty of Hildago It come with the territory Locking up you stupid ass niggas like it's purgatory I had enough of you scamming rappers I need to give out SAG cards for all of these actors Back to flocking cause your EDD ran out You ain't getting no play like a lockout While I make an extra killing off the crypto I make it flip then I put on all my kinfolks She put cheeks on my lap, therapuetic I'm on green, do not hand me pharmaceutic I'm a problem so they asking how I do that there? I just ball on these niggas like I don't care Norfside I be chilling till you cross me You need to go and find a map, you lost me You better lay low You better lay low If you think that I won't trip, find out Better keep my name out your damn mouth You better lay low You better lay low Hey check it out you bobble head voodoo looking fake ass gurb Don't ever hit my line talking about some bullshit like that ever again in your life You got all the alcohol, you got all the liquid courage in the world But you can't even be a grown ass woman and address some shit when you really got a problem Stop the bullshit Cause I ain't got time for this I'm getting money out here okay Funny how everybody says they want a problem till I say, okay no problem Then all of a sudden they don't want no problem Oh cause it's like oh they didn't expect me to turn up like that, okay So if you ain't gonna get your shit off, if you ain't gonna speak on what you got a problem with With me, sit your goofy ass down, go smoke a blunt, chill the fuck out, and tighten up On the dead homies Why does everybody want to be me when they realize they can't be me?