hayze - Lay Low Lyrics

I know you a bitch, for sure
Glock hear everything, better tiptoe
I got opps everywhere, stay 10-toes
If he at the door, shoot him through the peephole

I just been stacking my chips like Fritos
Glock aimed high, so you better go and lay low
I got shooters on my motherf*cking payroll

I'ma get it up, I'ma rip it up
I'ma get in that kitty yuh
Heard the whole city my opps, so I light up the city yuh
New mink coat, bitch, I'm wearing a Chameleon

I got My first M, I want another whole million
Ima take my next flight to wherever my bitty is
My Drac done blowed more opps than whatever P Diddy did
Boy got lead in his chest, yeah my Draco been filling him

Dumb, dumb, dumb
I hit him with that drum
I bet that your girlfriend
Just been hungry, but she's hungry for my cum

Boy I know that you ain't never do nun
She thought That's my dick, that's just my gun
I never aint never had to go and kill no one
For bad blood just for fun

Hop out the city, I'm wearing new Vets
No I am not in love, so don't send me no texts
In my pocket, a woodpecker you gon' get pecked
Bullets fly faster than a 100 mil jet

Ima kill you, no hesitation, I don't fret
Like the undertaker, I bet that I leave you dead
How we shot 400 times, every one hit his chest
Yeah, I put him to sleep, but that boy not in bed

I know you a bitch, for sure
Glock hear everything, better tiptoe
I got opps everywhere, stay 10-toes
If he at the door, shoot him through the peephole

I just been stacking my chips like Fritos
Glock aimed high, so you better go and lay low
I got shooters on my motherf*cking payroll

I let my glock heat up, this bitch a hundred degrees
That little boy want a song wit me, but he didnt know he had to go pay a fee
Light up his body, turn his white tee to a bloodstained motherf*ckin' tee
Four hoes in his body, that's the trophy
That you get for f*ckin' with me

I'm in the streets, I'm chillin' with my gang, gang, gang, gang
I got a stick, you don't got shit, lil' boy, you can't hang
I got a knife on me, and I stab him once little boy like a fang
Lean, don't even hit no more, had to drop a pill in my drink

Lil' bitch, what do you think
Not Gwallahs on em, but i tank
I cannot keep my money in the bank
Cause I got it from illegal ways

He wanna talk shit, catch a fade
Matter fact, F*ck that, he catch a stray
He don't get bitches, cause I know he gay
And I'm countin' these millions every day

I know you a bitch, for sure
Glock hear everything, better tiptoe
I got opps everywhere, stay 10-toes
If he at the door, shoot him through the peephole

I just been stacking my chips like Fritos
Glock aimed high, so you better go and lay low
I got shooters on my motherf*cking payroll