Laying Low - Chillinit

I be layin' low

I be layin' low

I be layin' low

I be layin' low, tryna double up my fee

All I really know’s no love for the police

Trust me, all my bros still hustle in the streets

So you better know the go if you gon' fuck with me

Try and make it grow like the money on the tree

Brother got the O, then he cut it into three

I just got back home from my charges overseas

Now I’m back up on the road with the duffel of the weed

Brother, you know who I

Get in the taxi, mix the sesh with the baccy

And then I give her satisfaction like I’m Benny Benassi

I’m heavily active, I’m 'bout to go do ten for a cashie

So if you’re tryna get the Cali then you better get at me

I got the packs, devour any man

I just took a Xan, 13 hours till I land

Nah, I ain’t Drake, but the power’s in my hand

This is God’s plan, you couldn’t understand, I’m the ma’fuckin', argh

Play your cards right like Yu-Gi-Oh!

It not what you know, bruh, it’s who you know

Shout to my dealer out in Spain

I don’t even know his name, so fuck it, we call him Julio

Got this girl touching her toes

I’m fuckin' a ho, the bubble butt, we fuck her and go

No cuddlin' though, we tryna get the funds on the go

We ain’t no ordinary people like we Bugzy Malone

If she wants a flight: business class

We don’t check the price: business cards

People wonder why they ain’t blowing up

'Cause they focused on the money and sluts and the business last

Cocaina got me ready to blow

The bag’s rocky like Sylvester Stallone

So fuck tryna get the Gucci, that be stupid, I’ll invest in a home

And keep my billy in the car 'cause I sesh on the go, like

Doubled up the fee

All I really know’s no love for the police

Trust me, all my bros still hustle in the streets

So you better know the go if you gon' fuck with me

Try and make it grow like the money on the tree

Brother got the O, then he cut it into three

I just got back home from my charges overseas

Now I’m back up on the road with the duffel of the weed

'Cause I be layin low, tryna double up my fee

All I really know’s no love for the police

Trust me, all my bros still hustle in the streets

So you better know the go if you gon' fuck with me

Try and make it grow like the money on the tree

Brother got the O, then he cut it into three

I just got back home from my charges overseas

Now I’m back up on the road with the duffel of the weed

Brother, you know who I

Will Smith on the rhythm, the way we switch blaze

Switchblade, cuttin' up for six days

Six bottles of liquor and six thick babes

6.8 of the canny up where the crib stay

Impossible missions like I was Ving Rhames (Vring vring)

Versace, we rock a thick chain

Only rock with the women that like a big Range

Thicker than a Snicker, I super freak it like Rick James

I super freak it like Rick James, argh

I super freak it like Rick James