Lay Low lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
G-Town Dram
Third Power

[Verse 1: Young Chris]
Bought a brand new loft, five thousand a month
b*tch my sour expensive, hundred dollars a blunt
Only smoke if it's proper, in the words of Big Poppa
We rush his ass to the doctors, we tuck the sacks and we shot you
Blocka-blocka-bla-blocka, warn his ass with them chopper
It'll be a massacre, faggot, automatic kicking like soccer
Bottles popping it's popping, twenty b*tches around us
I just slide her the numbers, soon as she hit me, I count her
I canary the pinky, hit her right like winky
Got the club looking cloudy, for the love of the stinky
In a 600 Benz, couple b*tches, they friends
And we just getting started, these haters wishing it end
Brown noseing these hoes, n*ggas fishing again
Notice she swallow it all, drop my kid on her chin
n*ggas left me for dead, b*tch I'm living again
Special chopper division, they see my vision to win

[Chorus: Young Chris & Meek Mill]
Know it's a party, when you see the sparkles, they coming
On top of couches, b*tches surround us, we blunted
Travel the globe, stomp through your town, and run it
Now let em know, cuff them hoes tonight, we blowin a hundred, huh
(Ph-Ph-Ph-Ph-Philly in the building, b*tch)
Blow it 'cause we muh'f*ckin' paid hoe (Paid hoe)
Inhale that green, blow that paper like the haze hoe
Life is a beach, I'm in the sun with my shades hoe
After the club, we take the baddest b*tch and lay low
Hey hoe (Hey hoe), hey hoe (Hey hoe)
After the club, we get the baddest b*tch and lay low
Hey hoe (Hey hoe), hey hoe (Hey hoe)
After the club, we take the baddest b*tch and lay low
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Maserati dipping, wrist cost me a chicken
Neck cost a Bentley, think I'm finna have a ticket
Got a fetish for Ferraris, and f*cking badder b*tches
Smoke a n*gga like I'm Marley, all we know is ladder n*ggas, ahh!
The summer's mine, Jordan number 9
I came in balling on these n*ggas like a young LeBron
AND-1 all your b*tches, hit them from the line
Came in with your main hoe, your side chick on my other line
It's me and Chris, eat a di*k, we the sh*t
We really balling, you just talk about it, Stephen Smith
I let my money do the talking, I just plead the fifth
I'm on my Metro, call me if you need a brick

[Chorus: Young Chris, Meek Mill, Freeway, Young Chris & Freeway]
Know it's a party, when you see the sparkles, they coming
On top of couches, b*tches surround us, we blunted
Travel the globe, stomp through your town, and run it
Now let em know, cuff them hoes tonight, we blowin a hundred, huh
(Ph-Ph-Ph-Ph-Philly in the building, b*tch)
Blow it 'cause we muh'f*ckin' paid hoe (Paid hoe)
Inhale that green, blow that paper like the haze hoe
Life is a beach, I'm in the sun with my shades hoe
After the club, we take the baddest b*tch and lay low
Hey hoe (Hey hoe), hey hoe (Hey hoe)
After the club, we take the baddest b*tch and lay low
Hey hoe (Hey hoe), hey hoe (Hey hoe)
After the club, we take the baddest b*tch and lay low
[Verse 3: Freeway]
Push the mach-y with bacon, all these rappers be hating
Spit hella facts on hella facts, ain’t let me past immigrations
Told my Canadian fans they had me stuck at the border
Seen the Breitling, big beard', I think them bast*rds is racist
Call me Hussain boy, cause we are off to the races
And no negating Smith & Wesson leave you crew flamed boy
We be up in the clubs, stunting with 2 Chainz boy
Got it popping, n*ggas mad they b*tches all up in our faces
Got them bottles of Rosay, shots of Patron
Make all them chicks take shots to the dome
If y’all haters try to follow me home
See how many shots do a caliber hold
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, a hundred
A hundred, none of y’all b*tch ass n*ggas don’t want it
Team early, End Division 1 on you c*cksuckers

[Chorus: Young Chris, Freeway & Both]
Know it's a party, when you see the sparkles, they coming
On top of couches, b*tches surround us, we blunted
Travel the globe, stomp through your town, and run it
Now let em know, cuff them hoes tonight, we blowin a hundred, huh
(Philly in the building, b*tch)
Blow it 'cause we muh'f*ckin' paid hoe (We gettin paid hoe)
Inhale that green, blow that paper like the haze hoe
Life is a beach, I'm in the sun with my shades hoe
After the club, we take the baddest b*tch and lay low
Hey hoe (Hey hoe), hey hoe (Hey hoe)
After the club, we get the baddest b*tch and lay low
Hey hoe (Hey hoe), hey hoe (Hey hoe)
After the club, we take the baddest b*tch and lay low