Lay Down lyrics

[Intro]
(Drum Dummie)

[Chorus]
Look, all of that woofin' like you 'bout that sh*t, better stop that sh*t (Stop that sh*t)
b*tch, I got somethin' to make you lay down (b*tch, I got somethin' to make you lay down)
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, going through a n*gga mind
When I'm loadin' up them K rounds (When I'm loadin' up)
And we gon' ride through that pus*y n*gga block one of these nights and let 'em have it
f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)
And we gon' ride through that pus*y n*gga block one of these nights and let 'em have it
f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Look, look, skrrt)

[Verse 1]
f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Ha)
Lurkin', itchin' for a killin'
When I catch a n*gga, I'ma leave him face down
AK eat a f*ck n*gga body
Eatin' everything but the waist down (Waist down)
I'm getting high off gunpowder
See you on the way down (On the way down)
Look, you ain't talkin' money then I can't stay 'round
I ain't f*ckin' with no lame n*gga
n*ggas tip the system, then they wanna break down
Go to jail, break down, f*ck no
b*tch, I'ma lay down (Yeah)
I'm worried 'bout clowns actin like real n*ggas
Mane, f*ck a fake clown
Pulled up on him at the gas station, n*gga thought I was playin' (Thought I was playin')
I got to blowin', but you see big fire comin' out that fan (Comin' out that fan)
What about that time I walked down on you in front of your clan? (Front of your clan)
He pushed you in the gate, 'fore you came, we had an understandin'
That boy ain't really your man
[Chorus]
Look, all of that woofin' like you 'bout that sh*t, better stop that sh*t (Stop that sh*t)
b*tch, I got somethin' to make you lay down (b*tch, I got somethin' to make you lay down)
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, going through a n*gga mind
When I'm loadin' up them K rounds (When I'm loadin' up)
And we gon' ride through that pus*y n*gga block one of these nights and let 'em have it
f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)
And we gon' ride through that pus*y n*gga block one of these nights and let 'em have it
f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, ridin' 'round with fed cases (Huh)
Murk a n*gga for a couple dead faces (Yeah)
f*ck your baby mama, ain't no sympathy
I hope she have a dead baby
n*ggas wanna tell the police everythin'
Well, tell 'em how that lead tastin'
I've been in the streets, no sleep
Totin' heat, ain't seen a bed lately (Yeah)
I've been trippin', poppin' fifties
I remember I ain't have a pot to p*ss in (Huh, huh)
Partners kick it in the trenches, n*gga trippin'? (Huh, huh)
Grab the Glock and pop the stick in (Huh)
Murder mission, pop a jigga
Smoke a Black, waitin' for my high to kick in (Huh)
Rob a n*gga flat broke, he shake back?
Then I'm gon' rob him again
All of that woofin' like you 'bout that sh*t, better stop that sh*t
n*gga, I'll pop that b*tch
Slide through your block, murk a n*gga, then I'm out that b*tch
Look, all of that woofin' like you 'bout that sh*t, better stop that sh*t
I'll pop that b*tch
Slide through your block, murk a n*gga, then I'm out that b*tch
[Chorus]
Look, all of that woofin' like you 'bout that sh*t, better stop that sh*t (Stop that sh*t)
b*tch, I got somethin' to make you lay down (b*tch, I got somethin' to make you lay down)
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, going through a n*gga mind
When I'm loadin' up them K rounds (When I'm loadin' up)
And we gon' ride through that pus*y n*gga block one of these nights and let 'em have it
f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)
And we gon' ride through that pus*y n*gga block one of these nights and let 'em have it
f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)

[Outro]
f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)
f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round (f*ckboy, we ain't gon' play 'round)