Lay Low (Freestyle)

Lyrics

I told the bitch I'm him, I'm not one of them When I step up out the house, I got a Glock or a fin If you not an opp wherever in the city, we gotta lock on in The Stinc Team got a reputation for not gon' miss Poured a four of Wockhardt, nigga, not no Tris I'ma go, you can't impress me with them rocked up tits I flu flam mini mansions, I'm a knock up kid I bust on a bitch face and told her, "Watch my kids" The young niggas see the Plug like, "I want a watch like his" That two bands you split five ways is not no lick I was in the county disrespectful, he sockin' on shit I'm not beefin', this chip'll turn his brain to nacho dip Your bitch gave my chili and cheese, that's not your bitch She said, "Thanks for the perky meat, Ralfy, I got your gift" I see your lil' kennel over there, thеm not no pits I'm an exotic bulldog with a rottweiler mix I got a big еgo, that's why I knocked your bitch To the left, to the left, when I'm rockin' with the Crips Some of niggas act like it's wrong for keepin' it stitched lip I told her she wasn't gettin' no dick, she was pissed I told her I can freeze time and put rocks in my wrist I'm a real street nigga, I'm not no pretender I'm on his bitch bumper, not no fender bender He the type of nigga fuckin' on gender twisters "Where you get all your moves from, Ralfy?" Mister Mister My aunt's callin' me her favorite son 'cause I'm hittin' his sister She was suckin' too much dick, hope you didn't kiss her Boy, that's a baby loaf, that is not a stiffler If the Stincs don't run LA, then who richer? If the Plug didn't spark the biggest fire, then who litter? Man, niggas don't get half the shit as me, niggas kids to me I ain't been the same, since a juvenile, judge sentenced me I'm a rapper but I'll pity the fool like Mr. T I'll have my hamburglars help me cook up instant beef I'm an ugly nigga, still crackin' bitches with missing teeth Nigga look like a small fry next to the Stincs I'm a G.O.A.T., so all my bitches be defendin' me Watches came with boxin' capers, got big receipts Every time I step in the field playin' ball, got different cleats [?], can you send all these bums to detention, please? Graduated from the school of hard knocks, strippin' dweebs And yes, that nigga on a skateboard is a peep Nigga ain't got what I got, ain't got the watches I bought You wanna vibe and get some perky meat from the Plug, that's gon' cost you I'm a fashion killer, every 'fit is a lawsuit You don't want a nigga like me, I'm gon' dog you Lookin' for good perky meat, you know who to call to In there with the fin, thirty-two rounds, I'ma turn 'em to shark food They like, "Master P in the city", bitch, the Plug makin' boss moves Your bitch would hop on a log and law like a frog do Long as she turnin' over a loaf, we all cool That nigga told and he a bitch, that's cool, he ain't y'alls, though She like, "You can put your whole dick down my throat if you got the balls too" Any bitch that didn't make the cut gotta join the stalker crew You can talk money in any language, I'll talk to you Any nigga hatin' on the Plug, I'ma keep ballin' on you She like, "Out of the whole Stinc team, no one awesome as you" Conversation with the loafy, I ain't talkin' to you [Outro] Nah, for real, no cap Conversation with the loafy, I ain't talkin' to you Bitch, don't be buttin' in my conversation when I'm talkin' to Ben Franklin, Jackson and all that Bitch, we don't even know you What your broke-ass say, huh? What, no? You ain't talkin' money? Bitch, I said it's money, you just answer, it's not [?], you do not pick up the phone It's a loaf on the floor, see, you gon' pick it up Yeah, eat that