Stay Low

Lyrics

[Intro: Trillville] I'm dead broke, a nigga need some dough Oh hell no, I'm sick of being broke I'm dead broke, a nigga need some dough Oh hell no, I'm sick of being broke (Yeah) [Chorus: Don P & Lil Scrappy] Clips in my .9, a couple .45's A nigga dead broke, so I gotta get mine Hit the floor (Hit the floor), hit the floor (Hit the floor) Hit the floor (Hit the floor), hit the floor (Hit the floor) We'll shoot through your window, we'll shoot through your wall (Through your wall) Go strip down to your draws (Draws) All my niggas want it all (All) We want you to buck motherfucka (Motherfucka) We want you to buck right now (Right now) We want you to buck motherfucka (Motherfucka) We want you to buck right now (Right now) [Verse 1: Dirty Mouth & Don P] [Get it up?] now, fuck nigga All my nigga want is some cheese Don't say a word pussy nigga, if you do I'ma squeeze Now bitch freeze, and get yo ass down on the floor I'm a gutter motherfucka, that's gon' slit your throat I'm dead broke, a nigga comin' straight out the slums Packing .9 millimeters and a black tommy guns And I'm a killer, I'ma straight pull out your spine Stab your ass eight times, it's a [freeze?] from the crime (Aye, my [?]) [Verse 2: Don P] Aye, my [?] man, let me explain I don't play by rules, my gat don't play no games Don't give up, money, jewelry and chain Now I'm rich, I get the picture but I ain't chained Had to hit a lick cause a nigga needed cheese Lay it down motherfucka, I ain't gotta say please With the gat to your face and your bitch on her knees Don AKA, I stay on the creep, yeah [Chorus: Don P & Lil Scrappy] Clips in my .9, a couple .45's A nigga dead broke, so I gotta get mine Hit the floor (Hit the floor), hit the floor (Hit the floor) Hit the floor (Hit the floor), hit the floor (Hit the floor) We'll shoot through your window, we'll shoot through your wall (Through your wall) Go strip down to your draws (Draws) All my niggas want it all (All) We want you to buck motherfucka (Motherfucka) We want you to buck right now (Right now) We want you to buck motherfucka (Motherfucka) We want you to buck right now (Right now) [Verse 3: Lil Scrappy] My pockets on low, finna pull up, kick door Aye bitch, lay it down, put your face on the floor Whatchu waiting on buddy? I ain't playing with you homie And the mask on my face so you don't too much know me Yeah nigga I'm for real, don't be playing with my skill Gon' rob for a [?] and I do it for a mill Aye chill, before I knock the fucking balls out your face Motherfuck the police cause I ain't catching a case [Verse 4: Lil' LA & Don P] I gotta get mine, feeling with you [?] Bitch you want it all, all G's and the dough A mix of little Hen (Hen), and a little coke (Coke) And if I see the draw, in a goddamn pole So gon' get ho'ed or better yet, get low I got a damn bitch that'll make your ass hit the floor Bitch nigga know cause we came from the dough So go and get up and get your ass on the floor (Yeah) [Chorus: Don P & Lil Scrappy] Clips in my .9, a couple .45's A nigga dead broke, so I gotta get mine Hit the floor (Hit the floor), hit the floor (Hit the floor) Hit the floor (Hit the floor), hit the floor (Hit the floor) We'll shoot through your window, we'll shoot through your wall (Through your wall) Go strip down to your draws (Draws) All my niggas want it all (All) We want you to buck motherfucka (Motherfucka) We want you to buck right now (Right now) We want you to buck motherfucka (Motherfucka) We want you to buck right now (Right now) [Verse 5: Pitbull] Ohh-waaa-ohh, uh I've been told to shoot out and stay low And keep firing, fuck the cops dog, hold the [felon?] Cause this things a blazing, I see the presidential rollie on your wrist But by the looks of it, you ain't Ronald Reagan So, hand it over bitch cause ain't nothing gon' save you (Give me it) This is just a word for the wise Whoever got the work, I need a piece of the pie (Up) [Outro: Bo Hagon] Didn't you hear what my folks said? Don't you know what the deal is? We ain't got to say shit, that'll still [?] And Coupe de Ville is parked outside of the corner store of the exit off 85 Hit the lick, switch clothes and let it ride Them FBI ain't quick to let it slide I'ma get this money any way that I can Nigga fuck around think we playin', there it is