Lay Low Lyrics - Third Power - Dj Drama

Bought a brand new loft, five thousand a month 

Bitch my sour is special, hundred dollars a blunt 

Only smoke if it's proper, in the words of Big Poppa 

Rush his ass to the doctors, took the sacks and we shot you 

Blocka-blocka-bla-blocka, warn his ass with them chopper 

It'll be a massacre faggot, automatic kicking like soccer 

Bottles popping it's popping, twenty bitches around us 

I just slide her the numbers, so if she hit me I count her 

I canary the pinky, hit her right like winky 

Got the club looking cloudy, for the love of the stinky 

In a 600 Benz, a couple bitches they friends 

And we just getting started, these haters wishing we end 

Brown nose on these hoes, niggas fishing again 

Notice she swallow with those, drop like it on her chin 

Niggas left me for dead, bitch I'm living again 

Special chopper official, they see my vision again 

Know it's a party, we see the sparkles, they coming 

Standing on couches, bitches surround us, we blunting 

We travel the globe, stop in your town, and run it 

And you already know, cuff them hoes tonight, we born to run it 

Because we motherfucking paid hoe (Paid hoe) 

And all that cream, blow that paper like the haze hoe 

Life's a beach, I'm in the sun with my shades 

After the club we take the baddest bitch and lay low 

Hey hoe (Hey hoe) 

Hey hoe (Hey hoe) 

After the club we get the baddest bitch and lay low 

Hey hoe (Hey hoe) 

Hey hoe (Hey hoe) 

After the club we take the baddest bitch and lay low 

Maserati dipping, wrist cost me a chicken 

Neck cost a Bentley, think I'm finna have a ticket 

Got a fetish for Ferraris, and fucking bad bitches 

Smoke a nigga like I'm Marley all we know is lot of niggas 

The summer's mine, Jordan number 9 

I came in balling on these niggas like a young LeBron 

In front them bitches, hit them on the lot 

Came in with your main hoe, your? 

It's Young Chris, eat a dick, we the shit 

We really balling you just talking about a Stephen Smith 

I let my money do the talking, I just plead the fifth 

I'm on my Metro, just call me if you need a brick 

Know it's a party, we see the sparkles, they coming 

Standing on couches, bitches surround us, we blunting 

We travel the globe, stop in your town, and run it 

And you already know, cuff them hoes tonight, we born to run it 

Because we motherfucking paid hoe (Paid hoe) 

And all that cream, blow that paper like the haze hoe 

Life's a beach, I'm in the sun with my shades 

After the club we take the baddest bitch and lay low 

Hey hoe (Hey hoe) 

Hey hoe (Hey hoe) 

After the club we get the baddest bitch and lay low 

Hey hoe (Hey hoe) 

Hey hoe (Hey hoe) 

After the club we take the baddest bitch and lay low 

It's the makie with bacon, all these rappers be hating 

Spit hella facts, hella facts, got me past immigrations 

To my Canadian fans, they had me stuck at the border 

See the brighling, big Bent', I think them bastards is rascist 

Call me Hussain boy, we be off to the races 

And no negating Smith & Wesson leave you crusain boy 

We be up in the clubs, stunting with two chains boy 

Got it popping, niggas mad, they bitches all up in our faces 

Got them bottles Rosay, shots of Patron 

All them chicks take shots to the dome 

Hit right here trying to follow me home 

Shots to his Impala, I'm gone 

Know it's a party, we see the sparkles, they coming 

Standing on couches, bitches surround us, we blunting 

We travel the globe, stop in your town, and run it 

And you already know, cuff them hoes tonight, we born to run it 

Because we motherfucking paid hoe (Paid hoe) 

And all that cream, blow that paper like the haze hoe 

Life's a beach, I'm in the sun with my shades 

After the club we take the baddest bitch and lay low 

Hey hoe (Hey hoe) 

Hey hoe (Hey hoe) 

After the club we get the baddest bitch and lay low 

Hey hoe (Hey hoe) 

Hey hoe (Hey hoe) 

After the club we take the baddest bitch and lay low