CELLI - Lay Out

I'm no longer playing with chumps
I'm only playing the punk
Cuz I'm in LA with the gang & we stay in a bunch
Getting the money in chunks
Real shit, my niggas playing with pumps
You niggas playing the fronts
Y'all niggas cap in y'all raps
Y'all niggas cap in y'all raps
Yeah I might lay out
Soak up the sun while I'm counting the pay outs
Take up a blunt, yeah I'm smoking LA out
Wake up & stunt like I might take a K out, might take ya bae out
Like hold on, hold on, hold on wait
You know we don't go one dates
We on, we on, we on pace
He on, she on, we on, we on
All types of shit
My nigga driving no license bitch
Drip keep throwing all type of fits
Diamond bite like spikes, don't need no lights they hit
We don't trip, when it's bout a bitch
Only bout the strips
I'm sliding by in whips, high as shit
I'm behind the tints
Yeah I like this whip
It's so fast, I might just flip
Hit that smash & let her in
I ball hard, no letterman
I make it rain, like weatherman
My shit together man
It's this forever & forever when forever end
Yeah I'm getting high, I can't stay down
I pick it back up when I'm back in the way out
Yeah I was that nigga way back on the playground
Hey now, hey now
Hey now, hey now
Hey now, hey now
Must hit my money dance
I like my money in rubber bands
These niggas hating, they such a fan
I'm touching faces, they touching hands
Back on my bullshit
I'm coming, I'm coming
It's nothing, I'm flexing with all of my guys
Know me, you know I can't swallow my pride
This my life, this no lie
How you turn ya back
Then go & switch a side & pick a side
Niggas says it's facts, but they all cap
& I be weak inside
Cuz I know who I am
& I know who I'm no
I put it on Pac & I put it on Pop
Thanking my God, he don't put me on top
I got the keys & I think out the box
Kicking the door down if shit ain't unlocked
I'm drinking a lot, Henny on rocks
I be on go, it be so hard to stop.

Written by:
Marcellis Raymond-Hill

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