​​layover lyrics

[Intro]
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah
I'm in this b*tch smoking dope right now
I'm in this b*tch high as f*ck right now, n*gga
Bad b*tch asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover
Yeah, yeah, yeah, every time like a layover
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Bad b*tch asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover
Man, I go in every time like a layup
Five-star b*tch, ain't no way I'ma play with her
Rick Owens drip, b*tch, I'm rocking layers
Designer fashion, yes, I keep it player
Damn, this hoe playing
I gotta go, lil' b*tch, I'll see you later
YSL jeans and they holdin' my paper
Why do these n*ggas be asking for favors?
And this hoe keep calling, I guess that she think a young n*gga gon' come through and try to go save her
This a big Backwood', no, not a paper
This Draco is hardwood, we equipped with a laser

[Verse]
I didn't go to Harvard, I went to the trap, b*tch
My bro got an AR-15 on his back, b*tch
I hit these hoes back to back just like backpage
And I'm in the back of the trap smokin' cat p*ss
Early morning, b*tch, I'm breaking the bank
And if you talking racks, well then I'm upping dogsh*t
I swear this life that I'm livin' so awesome
I come through, I'm fly, got your b*tch just like, "Aw sh*t"
Rick Owens kicks, how I step over dog sh*t
All-black drip coming through like a poltergeist
Don't ask me 'bout sh*t 'cause I swear I don't know them guys
You can get what you want, lil' b*tch, just gotta close your eyes
I'm smoking dope in the whip, b*tch, I'm uber high
I just copped some new kicks and I swear that they stupid fire
f*ck 12, this revolution is televised
I'm plugged in, lil' b*tch, my dripping is digitized
[Chorus]
Bad b*tch asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover
Man, I go in every time like a layup
Five-star b*tch, ain't no way I'ma play with her
Rick Owens drip, b*tch, I'm rocking layers
Designer fashion, yes, I keep it player
Damn, this hoe playing
I gotta go, lil' b*tch, I'll see you later
YSL jeans and they holdin' my paper
Why do these n*ggas be asking for favors?
And this hoe keep calling, I guess that she think a young n*gga gon' come through and try to go save her
This a big Backwood', no, not a paper
This Draco is hardwood, we equipped with a laser

[Outro]
b*tch, I'm getting paid, give a f*ck 'bout a hater
And them blue hundreds shocked that lil' b*tch like a taser
And them blue hundreds shocked that lil' b*tch like a taser
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(No stylist)
Bad b*tch asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover