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Blac Youngsta - Lay Down Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy pussy, fuck up
Yeah bitch, you know, um
Anybody can killed, 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 nigga with me, he’ll take off your top
Nigga 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
Niggas in the pen and they stay on the yard
You play with me, you gon' get killed broad day
I ain't gon' wait 'til it’s dark
Lambourghini truck with a bitch in the roof
My nigga fucked, so I’m stickin' it too
Got a double cup ’cause I'm sick in the booth
Fuck that bitch, thick dick in her tooth
Young nigga hustle, young nigga stay down
I got a bad bitch, 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]
Fuck boy, I would never fold
Real nigga, 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, nigga, we the mafia
And I'm mobbin' with a flop of hoes
I don't fuck with rappers 'cause they gospel
And I got that shawty for the low
Put him on shitbag, put him on a hitlist, you can get hit fast (Gang gang)
Put on your seatbelt, I fuck your main bitch, lil' boy, sit back
He ain't gon' never get his bitch back
I'll send my young nigga 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 nigga with me, he'll take off your top
Nigga 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
Niggas in the pen and they stay on the yard
You play with me, you gon' get killed broad day
I ain't gon' wait 'til it's dark
Lambourghini truck with a bitch in the roof
My nigga fucked, so I'm stickin' it too
Got a double cup 'cause I'm sick in the booth
Fuck that bitch, thick dick in her tooth
Young nigga hustle, young nigga stay down
I got a bad bitch, 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 shit, take you out if you stay 'round (There he go, there he go right there)
You know I'ma fuck on your bitch every time you don't lay 'round (Gang, gang)
My ugly bitches ain't allowed to fuck me in the daytime (Can't)
Ugly ass bitch, put your face down (Gang, gang)
Big four-five by my waistline (Bitch)
Killers 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)
Shit fucked up, tryna help another nigga 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 nigga with me, he'll take off your top
Nigga 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
Niggas in the pen and they stay on the yard
You play with me, you gon' get killed broad day
I ain't gon' wait 'til it's dark
Lambourghini truck with a bitch in the roof
My nigga fucked, so I'm stickin' it too
Got a double cup 'cause I'm sick in the booth
Fuck that bitch, thick dick in her tooth
Young nigga hustle, young nigga stay down
I got a bad bitch, she on the way down
I'm from Memphis, she from the A-Town
I keep my pistol with me when I lay down