Isaiah Rashad - Lay Wit Ya Lyrics

Big wheel (as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah, yeah (ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Ayy, ayy (ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Cole, you stupid (ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Bitch, yeah (ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Ayy (ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah, big wheels (ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
(Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)

Big wheel got that motherf*ckers skatin' hard
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with ya
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl

I'm a cold piece of work (yeah)
Whippin' up to serve (yeah), what was for dessert? (Yeah)
I'm a Gucci Mane, you a Captain Kirk
I don't wanna flirt (yeah), tell me, what's the word? Pussy
Bitch, you know what's up (yeah), always on the cusp (yeah)
What's that in your cup? (Cup) Sippin' on dat (sippin' on dat)
Yeah, never in a rush (Rush), kickin' out the sluts (sluts)
I get off the bus (yeah), pussy

Big wheel got that motherf*ckers skatin' hard
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with ya
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl
Big wheel got that motherf*ckers skatin' hard
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with ya (Ha-ha, bitch)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (What the f*ck?)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (ayy, ayy)

Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, huh?
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, huh?
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, What the f*ck?
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, gang, gang

Triple up, big crunk is f*cked
Hype as f*ck, but don't stop the dose
Duke Deuce, your name hot as f*ck (huh?)
Ain't met one bitch who would not f*ck (huh? Would not f*ck)
Focus, f*ck that pistol tucked for pussy niggas actin' tough (brrt)
F*ck a Draco, keep that capital K for range, that's if you run
F*ckin' bitches, ain't no cuffin' bitches, stack them other niggas (yeah)
Tough decisions in this rappin' business, ain't no bein' friendly (yeah)
Old niggas turned to enemies, now I'm seein' plenty (seein')
Strictly business, they like "Duke, you're trippin'," bitch, I need a milli'
Plenty people used to sleep up on me, now I'm seekin' vengeance
Cold ice and cold heart, bitch, you know we strictly pimpin'
Tryna keep rappin', these niggas keep cappin'
The pussy-ass rappers keep f*ckin' with me (f*ckin' with me)
You're hustlin' backwards, I pull up in Raptor
I'm strapped with them triple, them brothers with me (ayy, ayy)
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up (ayy, ayy)

Big wheel got that motherf*ckers skatin' hard (huh?)
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with ya (huh?)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (What the f*ck?)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big wheel got that motherf*ckers skatin' hard (huh?)
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with ya (huh?)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (What the f*ck?)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (yeah, yeah, yeah)