Blac Youngsta - Lay Down lyrics

[Intro] Ayy p**y, f** up Yeah b**h, you know, um Anybody can k**ed, anybody can lose they whole life, you know That go for me, you, anybody You know what I'm sayin', you feel me? Gang gang (Gang, gang) [Chorus] I'ma go fed, I'ma stick out your block Young n***a with me, he'll take off your top n***a you ain't solid, you ain't caught a body So, I'ma beat the fake off your watch Glock four-five, shoot the hate out your heart n***as in the pen and they stay on the yard You play with me, you gon' get k**ed broad day I ain't gon' wait 'til it's dark Lambourghini truck with a b**h in the roof My n***a f**ed, so I'm stickin' it too Got a double cup 'cause I'm sick in the booth f** that b**h, thick dick in her tooth Young n***a hustle, young n***a stay down I got a bad b**h, she on the way down I'm from Memphis, she from the A-Town I keep my pistol with me when I lay down [Verse 1] f** boy, I would never fold Real n***a, I ain't ever told Sold dope but I ain't sell my soul And I'm lookin' like a pot of gold I'm with mafia, n***a, we the mafia And I'm mobbin' with a flop of hoes I don't f** with rappers 'cause they gospel And I got that shawty for the low Put him on sh**bag, put him on a hitlist, you can get hit fast (Gang gang) Put on your seatbelt, I f** your main b**h, lil' boy, sit back He ain't gon' never get his b**h back I'll send my young n***a through, come and get that Hit him with the pump, knock out his six pack I don't go back and forth, I don't chit-chat (Gang) [Chorus] I'ma go fed, I'ma stick out your block Young n***a with me, he'll take off your top n***a you ain't solid, you ain't caught a body So, I'ma beat the fake off your watch Glock four-five, shoot the hate out your heart n***as in the pen and they stay on the yard You play with me, you gon' get k**ed broad day I ain't gon' wait 'til it's dark Lambourghini truck with a b**h in the roof My n***a f**ed, so I'm stickin' it too Got a double cup 'cause I'm sick in the booth f** that b**h, thick dick in her tooth Young n***a hustle, young n***a stay down I got a bad b**h, she on the way down I'm from Memphis, she from the A-Town I keep my pistol with me when I lay down [Verse 2] You know I got seventy-five shots left in that K round You know I'ma pull up with this sh**, take you out if you stay 'round (There he go, there he go right there) You know I'ma f** on your b**h every time you don't lay 'round (Gang, gang) My ugly b**hes ain't allowed to f** me in the daytime (Can't) Ugly a** b**h, put your face down (Gang, gang) Big four-five by my waistline (b**h) k**ers in the back with the MAC, they'll black, black, black, black, black if you take mine (Gang, gang) All that smoke, I'ma face mines (Ho) Homie in the pen tryna shake nine (Shake) sh** f**ed up, tryna help another n***a get a plate Then he turned around and ate mine (Gang, gang, gang, gang) [Chorus] I'ma go fed, I'ma stick out your block Young n***a with me, he'll take off your top n***a you ain't solid, you ain't caught a body So, I'ma beat the fake off your watch Glock four-five, shoot the hate out your heart n***as in the pen and they stay on the yard You play with me, you gon' get k**ed broad day I ain't gon' wait 'til it's dark Lambourghini truck with a b**h in the roof My n***a f**ed, so I'm stickin' it too Got a double cup 'cause I'm sick in the booth f** that b**h, thick dick in her tooth Young n***a hustle, young n***a stay down I got a bad b**h, she on the way down I'm from Memphis, she from the A-Town I keep my pistol with me when I lay down