Prestige - Lay Low II

Nah, you know what
You can find me in the Wood if you looking for me
I usually let a goofy do what they wanna do
But now you swerving in my lane, let me crash you
You got a lot of nerve to treat me like your enemy
But a backstabbing ass hoe can't be a friend of me
You switching up like low lows, all out of jealousy
Can't speak your mind, so you talking through the Hennessy
Running your mouth, it's a damn marathon
But you still do the shit that I put you on to, nigga
Humble yourself, cut the extra shit
We ain't going for the lies you preach from your pulpit
You got baggage, that's why you big tripping
I'ma call you light switch from the way you stay flipping
Can't even have accountability for what you do
That don't fly on this side, I'm really on you
Fuck outta here with that whoopty-whoop
Acting like you ain't shit, you poo poo
I be chilling till you cross me
You need to go and find a map, you lost me
You better lay low
You better lay low
If you think that I won't trip, find out
Better keep my name out your damn mouth
You better lay low
You better lay low
Burning propane, jacket on because a gurb playing cold games
Linking up with people that don't talk to me
That shit is really evil, like it's alchemy
They're on a low level and I peep it from my balcony
Stop it. You don't really want it kuz I'll turn up
Cause Lady Redd will pull up and catch your head up
The day you bang my line is on my wish list
Cause I got a clique full of turnt up misfits
Get up out your feelings, ain't no money in there
And if you got an issue, speak up if you dare
You should feel stupid
You really forgot the day that me and shawty invited you over to the spot
We don't care about your posts trick, grow up
And we don't care about your red, shut the fuck up
Iyanla fix her life cause it's fucked up
And I'mma toast to that with yak in my cup
I be chilling till you cross me
You need to go and find a map, you lost me
You better lay low
You better lay low
If you think that I won't trip, find out
Better keep my name out your damn mouth
You better lay low
You better lay low
I hit the dash like I'm punching LADOT
Shout out to my DJ cause I Got-A-Lot
I'm from the West but the money Milly Rock
And now they wanna hit on me like Kid Chris Rock
Treaty of Hildago
It come with the territory
Locking up you stupid ass niggas like it's purgatory
I had enough of you scamming rappers
I need to give out SAG cards for all of these actors
Back to flocking cause your EDD ran out
You ain't getting no play like a lockout
While I make an extra killing off the crypto
I make it flip then I put on all my kinfolks
She put cheeks on my lap, therapuetic
I'm on green, do not hand me pharmaceutic
I'm a problem so they asking how I do that there?
I just ball on these niggas like I don't care
Norfside
I be chilling till you cross me
You need to go and find a map, you lost me
You better lay low
You better lay low
If you think that I won't trip, find out
Better keep my name out your damn mouth
You better lay low
You better lay low
Hey check it out you bobble head voodoo looking fake ass gurb
Don't ever hit my line talking about some bullshit like that ever again in your life
You got all the alcohol, you got all the liquid courage in the world
But you can't even be a grown ass woman and address some shit when you really got a problem
Stop the bullshit
Cause I ain't got time for this
I'm getting money out here okay
Funny how everybody says they want a problem till I say, okay no problem
Then all of a sudden they don't want no problem
Oh cause it's like oh they didn't expect me to turn up like that, okay
So if you ain't gonna get your shit off, if you ain't gonna speak on what you got a problem with
With me, sit your goofy ass down, go smoke a blunt, chill the fuck out, and tighten up
On the dead homies
Why does everybody want to be me when they realize they can't be me?

Written by:
Mathieu Koontz

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