Layin’ Low

Lyrics

[Intro] Welcome to Las Vegas! It's a beautiful sunny day! Unless there's anything else you need from me, sir, anything at all New Ferrari's outside Have a wonderful day! [Verse 1] See, the last hit I made caused a killer hella heat So I decided to lay low for a couple of weeks See, usually, I don't get no days off I could be in the middle of fuckin' a bad bitch and still, I'ma take the call So all bets is off Even though I'm out in Vegas, throwin' my dick a party (Okay!) Three the hard way, three time's a charm I had a white one, a black one, a Puerto Rican Cup sweet, I'm doin' it big at the Palms Big [?], I'm fleein' my mind in another zone Ain't no quеstion, I'm a boss player (Boss player) Ain't no question, I do it big еvery time I play Vegas (Every time I play Vegas) I ain't thinkin' 'bout doin' nothin' but fuckin' and fuckin' on some money Keep the pussy and the drinks comin' I guess I'm tryin' to escape it all 'Cause sometimes, even a killer needs some time off [Chorus] I'm layin' low (I drop the top on the whip then I cock my hat) I'm layin' low (On pause, it lean back, 'cause I rock like that) I'm layin' low (I don't know what is [?]) I'm layin' low (But don't think I forgot my gat) [Verse 2: Cold 187um] See, I'm the motherfuckin' true flavor (Flavor), true as I can be I'm on the beach with an exotic bitch, chillin' in Miami (Chillin' in Miami) Body shaped like an hourglass Super bad, long hair, big ass like Kim Kardashian And you know a killer smashin' Knocked the lining out the pussy in a gangsta fashion Hit the club, do it big all night Bossed up like Scarface (Hey!), livin' the high life (Ha!) Hit South Beach, top down on the spider Killin' them softly, crawlin' like a rider (Crawlin') Trick off some dough with this Creole bitch from NO She stand about 6'1" when she steppin' in stilettos I let the bitch earn her keep (Earn your keep) She ain't trippin', I'm a killer, she an all-out freak (All-out freak) Y'all, maybe I'm tryin' to escape it all 'Cause sometimes, even a killer needs some time off, uh-huh! [Chorus] I'm layin' low (I drop the top on the whip then I cock my hat) I'm layin' low (On pause, it lean back, 'cause I rock like that) I'm layin' low (I don't know what is [?]) I'm layin' low (But don't think I forgot my gat) [Verse 3: Cold 187um] See, I'm tryin' to stay focused and keep my head straight But it's hard to do, so I took a trip down to the A (Okay!) And every time I touch down in the A I shut it down for real and do it big my way I probably cracked the baddest bitch of my life Pure fire, ass like Nicki Minaj, titties like Mariah And you can see the way she work the pole If there was an Olympic for a stripper, she would bring home the gold See, I can fall in love with a town like this It's laid back, but still got the Hollywood twist Sip drinks, played in major spots (Major spots) Fuck with supermodels, push classic drops It's a hell of a place to just lay low in So know for sure I'm comin' back again with friends The next time I'm tryin' to escape it all 'Cause sometimes, even a killer needs some time off (Yeah!) [Chorus] I'm layin' low (I drop the top on the whip then I cock my hat) I'm layin' low (On pause, it lean back, 'cause I rock like that) I'm layin' low (I don't know what is [?]) I'm layin' low (But don't think I forgot my gat) I'm layin' low (I drop the top on the whip then I cock my hat) I'm layin' low (On pause, it lean back, 'cause I rock like that) I'm layin' low (I don't know what is [?]) I'm layin' low (But don't think I forgot my gat) [Skit: Cold 187um, Informant] Hold on, hold on, hold on, bitch, hold on Hold on, I gotta get this, I gotta get this.... What up? Stand by for a message from the company The location: New York City The Mark: Willie Brosco of the Faranzano family Big Rick will have all the information you need Leave immediately...