Francis Write - Laylow (Extended Version) Lyrics

Someone knockin at the door like...
If I wanna get at you I do wit no Mention
By the time that I'm 30 I'm gon Have a lifetime pension
Rap career on a cart yo shit done Went missin
You a bitch I'm a man it's Catholic to a Christian Lord Forgive me nigga had to get that Bar off
Every time they play the Competition they be noddin off
Yeah the homegirl keep two Guns so I call her Lara Croft
But we ain't gon talk about it Cause the case ain't yet solved

I gotta lay low
Hit my phone hit em with No lo Tango
Gotta shorty wanna taste up on My webos
This my shit they gon do what I Say so
And I'm grateful
On the road like maaco
I run my town yeah im juiced up Like Canseco
Hope you got another line for The faygo
She stay silent bout the D like Django
This what we made for
BREATH

Ooochy wally wally
Ooochy bang bang
Back with the gang gang and we On the same thang
They just live to maintain we Just Live for bigger gains
Shoutout to Young bloc boy we Pullin Out up in the range
And we go choo choo chooo
Ya girl done run a train
But we ain't got time for stops
On this glory road to fame
And they gon know my name
Yeah Write tell em what you do

I gotta lay low
Hit my phone hit em with No lo Tango
Gotta shorty wanna taste up on My webos
This my shit they gon do what I Say so
And I'm grateful
On the road like maaco
I run my town yeah im juiced up Like Canseco
Hope you got another line for The faygo
She stay silent bout the D like Django
This what we made for