LAY IT DOWN

(Play me some pimpin', mane) Ooh, you're my darlin', darlin', baby You're my- Uh, okay, here we go From the city that made you lay it down and make 'em hit the trunk (ho') I'm Project Pat, can't keep no eyes, gorilla-pimp that ho' I gorilla-pimp my dope, uh, sweet, uh, pour Uh, blicks, uh (dope, I sold, I robbed) (I remember days I was fucked up tryna go and get a job) Welcome to Memphis, where a nigga take somethin' before he starve We don't wait 'til nighttime, we broad day, son, get in the yard Lay down, walk a nigga down, this a theme song I've been in the streets since I was thirteen, they can't leave me wrong JD done went to court today, I pray my twin beat it home Told the judge, "Gotta free thirty," if he don't, then we gon' send him home Walk him down, mmm-mmm, put that shit on, poke it off Trappin' is a habit, changed my number, had to flip the phone When you trappin', be like Mr. Beast, got motion, nigga, don't need no son Big body Maybach, this a Benz, sit back, recline up in a chair Nigga die for tryna make a song, get hit in the fire, get put in the air, pussy (Get hit in that fire, uh, uh, uh, go crazy) What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the f*ck up" (uh, uh, uh, uh) (Uh, uh, uh, walk down) (uh) I was a young nigga, I thought I was grown Settin' traps, strapped in them traps, just like Home Alone I don't need no nigga with me, I'll go alone (ayy) Can't no nigga hit me (ayy), I don't be talkin' on the phone (hello? You know that) Pull up in that drop, I press one button, I'll be gone (skrrt) Cross my back, like VLONE, made my heart turn to Chrome Grab them Glocks, put switches on, no, we don't make diss songs War time, let's get it on, you ain't gettin' home if we don't get along Up broad day, what up? (Ayy, ayy) From lil' .38 to big AKs Any time we blitz on a hit, mayday, shit, we seen it that we can't say I got shit put in that bank, but I got shit put in my safe (ayy) I pay niggas to keep me safe, but I'm still gon' spray, gotta play it safe Shoutout my niggas that made it spray, shoutout my niggas that made a way And all my bugs sprayin' Raid, where he play, where he lay And we sprayin' wherever he go, he already sprayed where he stay Mob nigga, already was made, rich as hell, I already made it Ayy, it's on me, hot, real geek boy shit, I need this other girl Real Rockstar geeked up bitch, never go to sleep Walked the world, I'm geeked on G6, I keep a gun or three Walk niggas down, shoot with precision, nigga Every time we come through scorin', we never missin', nigga Free all the guys that never blanked up on a mission, nigga Give an opp face-shots, no FaceTime, shooters gon' walk down in straight lines Hittin', precision, ain't no wastin' bullets or wastin' time And you can argue ain't nobody died, shit, ain't nobody slide How the f*ck these niggas hidin'? Nigga keep speakin' slime (ayy) Lay it down, lay it down, these f*ck niggas know how we get down And how we walk down, nigga play, we get the chop down (Brrt, uh-huh, go crazy) (Walk, walk)