Stay Down lyrics

by

Boosie Badazz


[Intro: Ralo]
Yeah, whoo!
Fam, goon
Oh Twysted
Yeah, uh

[Chorus: Ralo]
Tell 'em I'll never look back
Got the game in the book bag
Got the streets in a choke hold
We gon' get them bricks by the boat load
Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold
We ain't never goin' back broke
n*gga, f*ck a friend where that pack go
You ain't gotta tell 'em [?]
We ain't goin' back and forth about a ho
All that hatin' sh*t, it's out of control
Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro
Never switch up, never b*tch up
Get the picture, I don't miss her
I don't love her, I don't want her
I don't need her, I never did

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Pockets bigger than an elephant
Got the F&N with a felony
Remember they ain't wanna let him in
Now I'm better than [?]
Percocet with the ten, yeah
Grab my b*tch and go in, yeah
Ask her, can I f*ck her friend, yeah
That lil pus*y gettin' big, yeah
Drop the top then I burnt out
f*ckin' freak hoes got me turn't out
In the parking lot f*ck a parking spot
My sh*t cost a lot, yeah
My sh*t cost more than his, yeah
A young n*gga with them M's, wooh
Got more money than my peers
And they been workin' all the years
[Chorus: Ralo]
Tell 'em I'll never look back
Got the game in the book bag
Got the streets in a choke hold
We gon' get them bricks by the boat load
Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold
We ain't never goin' back broke
n*gga, f*ck a friend where that pack go
You ain't gotta tell 'em [?]
We ain't goin' back and forth about a ho
All that hatin' sh*t, it's out of control
Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro
Never switch up, never b*tch up
Get the picture, I don't miss her
I don't love her, I don't want her
I don't need her, I never did

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Die [?] got me stressed
Last n*gga try me, he deceased
Two hundred thousand on the piece
So when I die, you can bury it with me
Rap n*ggas, don't compare 'em to me
In the trap I was wearin' a key
Baby chopper, hundred rounds to the knees
Greyhound, a hundred pounds of the [?]
n*gga, I was really stuck in the streets
Front line when it come to the beef
You the n*gga be promotin' the piece
Hundred [?] I can let of the leash
Ask Gucci, had him on my street
Hit Gucci, twenty thousand on sneak's
[?], I'm the king of the east
You catchin' n*ggas still and bring 'em to me
Rolls Royce, no Wrangler Jeep
Balmains, no regular jeans
Actavis, no regular lean
He text you [?] stay on this D
Private jet, lookin' out at the wings
Broke as f*ck, I couldn't afford me them wings
Now I'm ballin' up here in my team
Stay down, do you know what that mean?
It's Philthy
[Chorus: Ralo]
Tell 'em I'll never look back
Got the game in the book bag
Got the streets in a choke hold
We gon' get them bricks by the boat load
Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold
We ain't never goin' back broke
n*gga, f*ck a friend where that pack go
You ain't gotta tell 'em [?]
We ain't goin' back and forth about a ho
All that hatin' sh*t, it's out of control
Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro
Never switch up, never b*tch up
Get the picture, I don't miss her
I don't love her, I don't want her
I don't need her, I never did

[Verse 3: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
All my n*ggas want the same thing
[?] treat the rap like the dope game
Tell her, Ralo, we like [?] and [?]
We ridin' in, got the frame
Still in the hood, we ain't gon' change
Op sh*t, pray to her Lord when I aim
Pop sh*t, my n*gga pull up, bang, bang
[?] this ain't no joke
Iced out my Cartier frame
Geeked, f*cked that lil freak like my main
You better put some respect on my name
Lil b*tch when you on it, you ain't even change
You want the money, you can have the fame
Poppin' champagne with the bust down brain
Shoot that sh*t up like a [?] game
Young n*gga fresh like Novocain
I'm rich and fly like a [?] on a plane
Fifty thousand [?] I do is plan
Flippin and kicking it, it's a coincidence
That my plug and my b*tch is from Spain
She wanna f*ck a real n*gga, you lame
Pop a perc' I can't even feel the pain
Got the mud, that lil dirty, the rain
Flex on a new 1017 chain
[Chorus: Ralo]
Tell 'em I'll never look back
Got the game in the book bag
Got the streets in a choke hold
We gon' get them bricks by the boat load
Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold
We ain't never goin' back broke
n*gga, f*ck a friend where that pack go
You ain't gotta tell 'em [?]
We ain't goin' back and forth about a ho
All that hatin' sh*t, it's out of control
Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro
Never switch up, never b*tch up
Get the picture, I don't miss her
I don't love her, I don't want her
I don't need her, I never did
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