Lay Down (Remix)

Drum Dummie

Look

All of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit (Stop that shit)

Bitch, I got something to make you lay down

Bitch, I got something to make you lay down

Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, goin' through a **** mind

When I'm loadin' up them K rounds

When I'm loadin' up them K rounds

And we gon' ride through that pussy **** block one of these nights and let 'em have it (Peezy)

Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round

Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round

And we gon' ride through that pussy **** block one of these nights and let 'em have it

Eh, GloRilla

Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round

Ugh, shut up

Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round

All that cheatin', lyin', connivin' shit, had to drop that bitch (Fuck)

He must've thought I was gon' stay 'round (Got outta there, outta there)

I wish a **** would try me likе I ain't that bitch

'Cause I got **** that don't play about me

On the gang, gang

Uh, I can say it proudly with my chеst, a bitch ain't never booked me for nothin'

So try me if you want to, ho, that's the first time I won't be the one

Money, money, money, shit on hoes goin' through a bitch mind (Whoa, ugh)

On gang, gang

All of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit (Stop that shit)

Bitch, I got something to make you lay down

Bitch, I got something to make you lay down

Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, goin' through a **** mind

When I'm loadin' up them K rounds

When I'm loadin' up them K rounds

And we gon' ride through that pussy **** block one of these nights and let 'em have it

Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round

Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round

And we gon' ride through that pussy **** block one of these nights and let 'em have it

Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round

Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round

Aye, ridin' 'round with fed cases, murk a **** for a couple dead faces (Aye)

Fuck your baby momma, ain't no sympathy, I hope she have a dead baby (Fuck that)

**** wanna tell the police everything, well, tell 'em how that lead tastin' (Talkin')

I've been in the streets, no sleep, told 'em heat ain't seen the bed lately (Yeah)

I've been trippin', poppin' fifties, I remember I ain't have a pot to piss in

Partners kick it in the trenches, **** trippin'? Grab the Glock and pop the stick in

Murder mission, pop a jigga, smoke a black, wait for my high to kick in (Uh)

Rob a **** flat broke, he shake back? Then I'm gon' rob him again (Yeah)

All of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit (****)

I'll pop that bitch, slide through your block, murk a ****, then I'm out that bitch, look

All of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit

I'll pop that bitch, slide through your block, murk a ****, then I'm out that bitch, look

All of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit (Stop that shit)

Bitch, I got something to make you lay down

Bitch, I got something to make you lay down

Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, goin' through a **** mind

When I'm loadin' up them K rounds

When I'm loadin' up them K rounds

And we gon' ride through that pussy **** block one of these nights and let 'em have it

Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round

Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round

And we gon' ride through that pussy **** block one of these nights and let 'em have it

Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round

Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round

Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round

Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round