Lay Low - Jerry lyrics

[Verse: Lay Low aka $ir Jeremias] $ir Jeremias, that's my name b**h I'm with your Main b**h, That's my main dish 3 years, I've been out the land b**h That is why I am so OUTLANDISH OH NO! Jeremia$ is back! Bout to snap on these rap cats, with snap backs The best back as a matter of fact I've been back Just made a pit stop to f** your b**h in the a** crack In the back of the lack, and my n***as is like “YO PASS THE J AND THE b*tch” I eventually pa**ed that Rap Game, trap game, swag game k** everything that moves game n***a, I eventually pa**ed that (Fake motherf**er where the f** is your mask at?) “Jeremias was here, he was having a slap fest You should have seen dude, man that n***a on crack man Came in the scene, he slapped me he slapped them All the n***as you know ran scared, they ran fast n***as was screaming, crying, sh**ting their pants Them Thug n***as was leaving their mans Jeremia$ Put their heads in their a**” Ha, I told you n***as I don't play Jeremias, I crack you like corn flakes Step on n***as, squeeze you like roaches, Hocus Pocus All the fake n***as is over Don't provoke us I'll toast you, Roast you, Eat you up Pause, hm, spit you out Feed you to the dogs, they gon sh** you out, and Then, my maid gon sweep you out YOU DON'T WANNA GET IN THE RING WITH THIS ni**a I f** you up with the pinky ring on my pinky finger YOU DON'T WANNA GET IN THE RING WITH THIS ni**a The boss man, Bossman, the ring leader I DON'T WANNA GET IN THE RING WITH THIS ni**a Man he from rap city like big Tiggah I DON'T WANNA GET IN THE RING WITH THIS ni**a As a matter of fact I don't wanna rap No more sh**, I came to fight, wearing a Wife Beater You a b**h so I beat you like a f**ing Wife beater Than I take your b**h take her to the crib You already know, how that story go, c'est fini So i pa** that j, then i pa** that b**h Went to my graduation with my pants sagging on my masters sh** n***a I was ditty bopping to the Podium b**hes titties flopping for the only one You should take a pic, hhis is history n***a Take that sh** to Smithsonian I might be the only n***a who don't give 2 sh**s about a Rollie son I take that back, because I roll on son I'm the hottest n***a, when I roll through the city is Like a Rolling Sun Jerry Outro (Mr. Record Label) Ahhh sh**, what's that sh** That Fat Kid Terio sh**? UUUHH KILL 'EM UUUHH KILL 'EM UUUUH KILL 'EM Aaaaah sh**