Blac Youngsta

"Lay Down"

[Intro]
Ayy pus*y, f*ck up
Yeah b*tch, you know, um
Anybody can killed, anybody can lose they whole life, you know
That go for me, you, anybody
You know what I'm sayin’, you feel me?
Gang gang (Gang, gang)

[Chorus]
I'ma go fed, I'ma stick out your block
Young n*gga with me, he’ll take off your top
n*gga you ain't solid, you ain't caught a body
So, I'ma beat the fake off your watch
Glock four-five, shoot the hate out your heart
n*ggas in the pen and they stay on the yard
You play with me, you gon' get killed broad day
I ain't gon' wait 'til it’s dark
Lambourghini truck with a b*tch in the roof
My n*gga f*cked, so I’m stickin' it too
Got a double cup ’cause I'm sick in the booth
f*ck that b*tch, thick di*k in her tooth
Young n*gga hustle, young n*gga stay down
I got a bad b*tch, she on the way down
I'm from Memphis, she from the A-Town
I keep my pistol with me when I lay down

[Verse 1]
f*ck boy, I would never fold
Real n*gga, I ain't ever told
Sold dope but I ain’t sell my soul
And I'm lookin' like a pot of gold
I'm with mafia, n*gga, we the mafia
And I'm mobbin' with a flop of hoes
I don't f*ck with rappers 'cause they gospel
And I got that shawty for the low
Put him on sh*tbag, put him on a hitlist, you can get hit fast (Gang gang)
Put on your seatbelt, I f*ck your main b*tch, lil' boy, sit back
He ain't gon' never get his b*tch back
I'll send my young n*gga through, come and get that
Hit him with the pump, knock out his six pack
I don't go back and forth, I don't chit-chat (Gang)

[Chorus]
I'ma go fed, I'ma stick out your block
Young n*gga with me, he'll take off your top
n*gga you ain't solid, you ain't caught a body
So, I'ma beat the fake off your watch
Glock four-five, shoot the hate out your heart
n*ggas in the pen and they stay on the yard
You play with me, you gon' get killed broad day
I ain't gon' wait 'til it's dark
Lambourghini truck with a b*tch in the roof
My n*gga f*cked, so I'm stickin' it too
Got a double cup 'cause I'm sick in the booth
f*ck that b*tch, thick di*k in her tooth
Young n*gga hustle, young n*gga stay down
I got a bad b*tch, she on the way down
I'm from Memphis, she from the A-Town
I keep my pistol with me when I lay down

[Verse 2]
You know I got seventy-five shots left in that K round
You know I'ma pull up with this sh*t, take you out if you stay 'round (There he go, there he go right there)
You know I'ma f*ck on your b*tch every time you don't lay 'round (Gang, gang)
My ugly b*tches ain't allowed to f*ck me in the daytime (Can't)
Ugly ass b*tch, put your face down (Gang, gang)
Big four-five by my waistline (b*tch)
Killers in the back with the MAC, they'll black, black, black, black, black if you take mine (Gang, gang)
All that smoke, I'ma face mines (Ho)
Homie in the pen tryna shake nine (Shake)
sh*t f*cked up, tryna help another n*gga get a plate
Then he turned around and ate mine (Gang, gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus]
I'ma go fed, I'ma stick out your block
Young n*gga with me, he'll take off your top
n*gga you ain't solid, you ain't caught a body
So, I'ma beat the fake off your watch
Glock four-five, shoot the hate out your heart
n*ggas in the pen and they stay on the yard
You play with me, you gon' get killed broad day
I ain't gon' wait 'til it's dark
Lambourghini truck with a b*tch in the roof
My n*gga f*cked, so I'm stickin' it too
Got a double cup 'cause I'm sick in the booth
f*ck that b*tch, thick di*k in her tooth
Young n*gga hustle, young n*gga stay down
I got a bad b*tch, she on the way down
I'm from Memphis, she from the A-Town
I keep my pistol with me when I lay down

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