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Speaker Knockerz

Lay Low

 

Lay Low

(album: Trained To Go - 2018)


It's the Speaker Knockerz

These niggas better lay low, lay low, lay low
All my niggas on payroll, payroll, payroll
I'm try'na chase them pesos, pesos, pesos
And that's just something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Lay low, lay low, lay low

You better lay real low, all my guns blow
I'm fucking your main ho, like what up though?
I'm getting my bands up, for them pesos
Thirty pack on your head, bro, that's on payroll
Lay low

Lay low, lay low, lay low
All my guns, they' shooting halos
Don't gotta reload, niggas hating with no pesos
They' broke, we know
I got shooters on a payroll, they know, they know
I gotta get me a check
Back in when I get off the jet, I gotta keep me a vest
Bankroll on me, had to finesse
I fell in love with her neck
Couple bands on me, I gotta flex
I drive the coupe if I wreck
Eighty-thousand, I'm-a cop' me a vet
She said I'm making her wet
He keep talking, we gon' leave 'em for dead
Won't do no talking to feds
I got a family that gotta get fed
Throw these thirty shots to his head
I wanted money, it came with the fame
Them diamonds jumping off the chain
I paint the picture to put in a frame
Ain't going back to where we came

These niggas better lay low, lay low, lay low
All my niggas on payroll, payroll, payroll
I'm try'na chase them pesos, pesos, pesos
And that's just something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Lay low, lay low, lay low

You better lay real low, all my guns blow
I'm fucking your main ho, like what up though?
I'm getting my bands up, for them pesos
Thirty pack on your head, bro, that's on payroll
Lay low

Pop up in yo' city with the chopper, make you get low
Fifty bands on my payroll, I say so, you die slow
It's the Speaker Knockerz

These niggas better lay low, lay low, lay low
All my niggas on payroll, payroll, payroll
I'm try'na chase them pesos, pesos, pesos
And that's just something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Something they know, they know
Lay low, lay low, lay low

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