Lay Low D. Savage (Ft. Joey Fatts)

[Intro: D Savage]
Uh, uh (Yeah)
I'm just tryna lay low, yeah
Gang shit, man
Cutthroat shit, man
Sake World shit (Yeah)
29 shit
Turn the fuck up, nigga (Yeah, yeah), ayy

[Chorus: D Savage]
I said them cops after me, I'm just tryna lay low (Yeah)
Tryna lay low (Yeah), tryna lay low
You talkin' down up on me, ooh, you better lay low (Yeah)
Better lay low, ooh, you better lay low
I said them cops after me, I'm just tryna lay low (Uh)
Tryna lay low (Yeah), tryna lay low
You talkin' down up on me, ooh, you better lay low (Yeah)
Better lay low, ooh you better lay low

[Verse 1: D Savage]
Got your bitch on her knees and she suck me real slow, uh
Ex bitch on my line, she keep blowin' up my phone
For my brothers I'ma ride, catch you slippin' then it's on (Then it's on)
Rock another show, get my money then get on
Never got it like that, so I had to rob (Yeah)
Make my ho sell my dope like it's her fuckin' job (Yeah), ayy
Boy, I'm bout that cheese, I'm bout that cheddar bob
And if the boy snatch you up, then you don't speak at all
Straight tweakin' y'all, I be straight tweakin' y'all (What the fuck)
I mix the Xans, I mix the drop with that Adderall
Fuck school, fuck college, fuck Asher Roth
I'm eatin' good up in Hollywood with John Ross