Lay Wit Ya lyrics

[Intro: Isaiah Rashad & Three 6 Mafia]
Big wheel (As we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah, yeah (Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Ayy, ayy (Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Cole, you stupid (Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
b*tch, yeah (Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Ayy (Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah, big wheels (Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah (Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)

[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
Big wheel got that motherf*cker skatin' hard
Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya'?
Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl
Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
I'm a cold piece of work (Yeah)
Whip enough to serve (Yeah), what was for dessert? (Yeah)
I'm a Gucci Mane, you a Captain Kirk
I don't wanna flirt (Yeah), tell me, what's the word? pus*y
b*tch, you know what's up (Yeah), always on the cusp (Yeah)
What's that in your cup? (Cup) Sippin' on that (Sippin' on that)
Yeah, never in a rush (Rush), kickin' out the sl*ts (sl*ts)
I get off the bus (Yeah), pus*y
[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Duke Deuce]
Big wheel got that motherf*cker skatin' hard
Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya'?
Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (Yeah)
Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big wheel got that motherf*cker skatin' hard
Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya'? (Ha-ha, b*tch)
Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, what the f*ck?)
Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (Ayy, ayy)

[Bridge: Duke Deuce & Three 6 Mafia]
(Triple M, triple M, triple M, triple M—) Huh?
(Triple M, triple M, triple M, triple M—) Huh?
(Triple M, triple M, triple M, triple M—) What the f*ck?
(Triple M, triple M, triple M, triple M—) Gang, gang

[Verse 2: Duke Deuce & Three 6 Mafia]
Triple M be crunk as f*ck
Hype as f*ck, but don't stop the dose
Duke Deuce, your name hot as f*ck (Huh?)
Ain't met one b*tch who would not f*ck (Huh? Would not f*ck)
Buck as f*ck, that pistol tucked for pus*y n*ggas actin' tough (Brrat, bah)
f*ck a Draco, keep that capital K for range, that's if you run
f*ckin' b*tches, ain't no cuffin' b*tches like them other n*ggas (Yeah)
Tough decisions in this rappin' business, ain't no bein' friendly (Yeah)
Old n*ggas turned to enemies, now I'm seein' plenty (Seein')
Strictly business, they like "Duke, you're trippin'," b*tch, I need a milli'
Plenty people used to sleep up on me, now I'm seekin' vengeance (b*tch)
Cold ice and cold heart, b*tch, you know we strictly pimpin'
Tryna keep rappin', these n*gga keep cappin'
The pus*y ass rappers keep f*ckin' with me (f*ckin' with me)
You're hustlin' backwards, I pull up in Raptor
I'm strapped with them triple M brothers with me (Ayy, ayy)
(Triple M, triple M, triple M, triple M—) Ayy, ayy
[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Duke Deuce]
Big wheel got that motherf*cker skatin' hard (Huh?)
Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya? (Huh?)
Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (What the f*ck?)
Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big wheel got that motherf*cker skatin' hard (Huh?)
Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya? (Huh?)
Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (What the f*ck?)
Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah)