LAY OVER (feat. Smoove43)

Uh-huh, uh-huh, bread Ayy, it's the bread, young, rich niggas finna take over Kick the cup cold turkey like I need a makeover She a slut, I just, I don't never lay over And I gotta make a band that's before this day over And I ain't f*ck where my mans, I'ma put J on her If we talkin' bout them grams, I won't miss a play on it Nigga livin' with his grams, we can't even lay on it Ask the people who the goat, I bet they put my face on it Okay, scams, trappin', rappin', I live it Cut back on the trap, cause I been workin' on my image Sneakin' round with the Glock, it got my chopper in its feelings Burn a fool with the pot he in her tearin' up the kitchen She a fool with the twat I'm tryna tell the DJ twist it okay, cool but if you wont bitch you know I'ma mix it Matter of fact, turn it up, I'm finna show em why I'm different Matter of fact, turn it, oh, oh, you ain't know We them niggas slidin', fuckin' niggas hoes You be hiding , you don't really want the killers at your throat If it's smoke, then you better see the reaper at your door Never mind that, it's probably time I talk about the dough Get the pound cash, or maybe I'll front you on a load He got pound bags, but I ain't never seen nothin' but a bow Police askin' me bout shit, I say, it's nothin' that I know I might let her give me head, but where that money that you owe If he run off with the bag, we gon' be punishin' his folks Throwin' foes up and heavy on the three, for my bro Pourin-, never mind, I kicked the lean out the door I'm like Bron before the heat, but I won't leave on my folks Forever three, I'ma scream it till we meet up in smoke Never realize what you got until you need it the most BBM the mafia, I guarantee we finna blow BBM the mafia, I guarantee we finna blow Bitch, it's the bread, young, rich niggas finna takeover Kick the cup cold turkey like I need a makeover She a slut, I just, I don't never lay over And I gotta make a band, that's before this day over I ain't - where my mans, I'ma put J on her If we talkin' bout them grams, I won't miss a play on it Nigga livin' with his grams, we can't even lay on it Ask the people who the goat, I bet they put my face on it And when you talkin' bout the pape, nigga, put my face on it Man, she bad like a chemist, tryna put my paint on her He was talkin' like he solid, he done put a case on 'em You can never force shit, but you gotta wait for it Smoove how you get this life, nigga, I had to pay for it We was bummy back then, so we had to take for it Told fats, get his bag, watch these niggas hate on him We ain't never been scared, tell them niggas lay over Niggas havin' nightmares, gotta get up out the trenches Just tryna stack a couple bags, maybe have a couple children But it's hard when your bitch so badI was tempted For my cousin son I'ma drop a bag every Christmas When them tables turn, niggas change fast It's ridiculous, Then them niggas came up so fast had a ticket Bumpy, he gon' break the bag for the bread, he the realest Bumpy, he gon' break the bag for the aye Switch back to the flow, call that shit a paint over Plug comin' in late, he just had to lay over She was just suckin' meat, still wanna stay over And if you ask him who it was, shit, I barely even know her, bread Yeah, you know what the f*ck goin' on Nigga