Lay down lil boy this shit robbery get your bitch ass on the ground
Make you run just like a track star when you see this hundred round
Niggas dissing for attention boy you know that ain't my style
Gone creep up on you not my fault if your bitch caught up out of bounds
Got this switch up on my Glock an this bitch ain't gone leave no welp
And i got plenty shots you bet not buck cause bitch im dropping shells
I got rich up off these beats you must don't know your ass cant tell
My pockets fatter than a big bitch yours lent boy i can tell
Its like plenty clips inside this bitch lil boy lets shoot a movie
Hoe if you broke your ass just useless get some motion get shit moving
I'm the hardest nigga doing it and i bet my ass can prove it
This hoe eat dick just like some sushi i want head you keep your coochie
I love money more than i love bitches with them big 'ole boobies
I like money bitches choosing f*ck out my face lil hoe you stupid
Ain't got no money or career you might as well go live with druski
Young fly nigga like im lucci Havin dope like i just grew it
Uh f*cked this bitch and i just layed her down freak bitch keep on talking so i just made her put her head down
Uh niggas keep talking we gone spray em down
For all that dissing leave you missing now your body found
Play and then you good as jumped make you run like forest gump
Draco got him falling and leaning might think this nigga drunk
Talk to much your ship get sunk
Leave Em stank sum like a skunk
ARP gone leave em slumped
This that shit gone get you crunk
Nigga
Lay down lil boy this shit robbery get your bitch ass on the ground
Make you run just like a track star when you see this hundred round
Niggas dissing for attention boy you know that ain't my style
Gone creep up on you not my fault if your bitch caught up out of bounds
Got this switch up on my Glock an this bitch ain't gone leave no welp
And i got plenty shots you bet not buck cause bitch i'm dropping shells
I got rich up off these beats you must don't know your ass cant tell
My pockets fatter than a big bitch yours lent boy i can tell
King Zo - Lay Down Lyrics
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Lay down lil boy this shit robbery get your bitch ass on the ground
Make you run just like a track star when you see this hundred round
Niggas dissing for attention boy you know that ain't my style
Gone creep up on you not my fault if your bitch caught up out of bounds
Got this switch up on my Glock an this bitch ain't gone leave no welp
And i got plenty shots you bet not buck cause bitch im dropping shells
I got rich up off these beats you must don't know your ass cant tell
My pockets fatter than a big bitch yours lent boy i can tell
Its like plenty clips inside this bitch lil boy lets shoot a movie
Hoe if you broke your ass just useless get some motion get shit moving
I'm the hardest nigga doing it and i bet my ass can prove it
This hoe eat dick just like some sushi i want head you keep your coochie
I love money more than i love bitches with them big 'ole boobies
I like money bitches choosing f*ck out my face lil hoe you stupid
Ain't got no money or career you might as well go live with druski
Young fly nigga like im lucci Havin dope like i just grew it
Uh f*cked this bitch and i just layed her down freak bitch keep on talking so i just made her put her head down
Uh niggas keep talking we gone spray em down
For all that dissing leave you missing now your body found
Play and then you good as jumped make you run like forest gump
Draco got him falling and leaning might think this nigga drunk
Talk to much your ship get sunk
Leave Em stank sum like a skunk
ARP gone leave em slumped
This that shit gone get you crunk
Nigga
Lay down lil boy this shit robbery get your bitch ass on the ground
Make you run just like a track star when you see this hundred round
Niggas dissing for attention boy you know that ain't my style
Gone creep up on you not my fault if your bitch caught up out of bounds
Got this switch up on my Glock an this bitch ain't gone leave no welp
And i got plenty shots you bet not buck cause bitch i'm dropping shells
I got rich up off these beats you must don't know your ass cant tell
My pockets fatter than a big bitch yours lent boy i can tell
Make you run just like a track star when you see this hundred round
Niggas dissing for attention boy you know that ain't my style
Gone creep up on you not my fault if your bitch caught up out of bounds
Got this switch up on my Glock an this bitch ain't gone leave no welp
And i got plenty shots you bet not buck cause bitch im dropping shells
I got rich up off these beats you must don't know your ass cant tell
My pockets fatter than a big bitch yours lent boy i can tell
Its like plenty clips inside this bitch lil boy lets shoot a movie
Hoe if you broke your ass just useless get some motion get shit moving
I'm the hardest nigga doing it and i bet my ass can prove it
This hoe eat dick just like some sushi i want head you keep your coochie
I love money more than i love bitches with them big 'ole boobies
I like money bitches choosing f*ck out my face lil hoe you stupid
Ain't got no money or career you might as well go live with druski
Young fly nigga like im lucci Havin dope like i just grew it
Uh f*cked this bitch and i just layed her down freak bitch keep on talking so i just made her put her head down
Uh niggas keep talking we gone spray em down
For all that dissing leave you missing now your body found
Play and then you good as jumped make you run like forest gump
Draco got him falling and leaning might think this nigga drunk
Talk to much your ship get sunk
Leave Em stank sum like a skunk
ARP gone leave em slumped
This that shit gone get you crunk
Nigga
Lay down lil boy this shit robbery get your bitch ass on the ground
Make you run just like a track star when you see this hundred round
Niggas dissing for attention boy you know that ain't my style
Gone creep up on you not my fault if your bitch caught up out of bounds
Got this switch up on my Glock an this bitch ain't gone leave no welp
And i got plenty shots you bet not buck cause bitch i'm dropping shells
I got rich up off these beats you must don't know your ass cant tell
My pockets fatter than a big bitch yours lent boy i can tell
Writer: devin jackson
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