Lay Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Hit Boy] Coming from the corner of the IE now my stats peaking To paying a quarter milly in tax when its that season I'm snapping for that reason, I am on my flat feet shit You gotta pay up, I swear it ain't no catchiness This is a layup Young Kobe with the rock except I play out in Paris I'm really talking 'bout the R.O.C Made my way out the ferris and now I'm wheeling something, stop Niggas claiming they wavy and they ain't even left the dock Check the clock nigga My beats harder than times is Niggas struggle to eat and they can see where Barack lives Niggas stay with the heat but steady freeze at they mom crib Cousin staying for weeks, room feel like a mosh pit But now I promise when we go pop tags, this shit is crazy Running through Aloha Rag like it was Macy's Working at my own pace now, I'm just stuck to winning And I am just beginning And tell me who you know fresher than Hit giving the facts I'm here to take the world and I ain't giving it back Cause I made 500 off of them beats before 22 Emmett Smith with my benefits on all these other dudes Hit the shift with the quickness right in front of you I been the shit and I'm in this bitch, so in other news I'm moving fast nigga peep my revenue All about that new class like I switched my schedule, gone [Verse 2: Oktane] HS87 the top is the only space for us So make like your girlfriends face and give me some space to bust I don't know what you doing, just know we don't get no sleep F your girlfriends sister, your main chick and the police Young god of the flow all you other niggas preachers Principal of the building at most you niggas is teachers, hah These rappers watching me like I'm supposed to dance Your girl supposed to glance because I'm tight as Oprah's yoga pants I'm just celebrating life with every nigga that I came with All my niggas ball you ain't got a razor to shave with Everybody want to eat and not wash the dishes they ate with But when you paid just call a maid, now watch greatness If you niggas fly I'd rather walk And if you niggas doing it I rather talk I eat niggas you wouldn't last where I came from And you niggas want that fire so here Oktane come Okay I'm way too high up above these niggas and way too far ahead of them Like clicker pencils my sickest niggas will put that lead in ya Rappers try to down me like "that lil' nigga getting better bruh" I'm so boss, I'm dope, awesome, incredible, tight, et cetera Oktane Hussein and Bishop Bin Laden Supreme niggas my team keep everything sovereign Young niggas in all black that ya'll duck from You know the clique, HS 86 + 1 I'm gone [Verse 3: Price Tag] It's time to pay homage, to my niggas locked up in bondage I leave you niggas astonished with every word that I vomit You niggas ain't rhyming, you failing that whole assignment I hit the strip club make it rain and change up the climate I'm off of the beef, you call for the beef then I call for the heat And leave you scarred like the mark of the beast Now call for your priest High School Musical, you rappers all actors If I leave the game you rappers is all bastards Hustling backwards, I'm taking the cream route Niggas saying they the truth with this rapping I need proof I'm feeling so good Imma cop me a cream coupe And pull up with some white Nikes, gold chains and a jean suit Make 10 mill, blow 6 and bury 4 For my enemies them guns get drew to bury more I pull up with the doors off, call it drowsy Get it? Doze off, drowsy Mane these rappers lousy, I'm outtie Price