Lay Low NLE Choppa

[Chorus]
Stick in my lap, Glock in the trap
Mac 10, .40 and a Draco
Tell a nigga get down, bullets gon’ clap
They runnin', they duckin', they lay low
Few niggas gon' crash about me if I say so
Them bullets flip, I'ma make a bitch hit a gang note
With the beef, we kill every angle
Got the mama, the daddy, the aunt too

[Verse 1]
Oh-oh, little bitch, get a grip
Left a spill on the scene, that's a whole lot of drip
Lil bitch, what you mean? I'ma put it on your lip
Just give me yo motherfuckin' dome
Do this shit for my niggas, they be down the road
They be fightin' them cases, yeah
Slide on that boy, put one of his throat
I swear we ain't leavin' no traces, yeah
I put codeine in my body, put the gun up nigga you ain't shot nobody
So hot when I move that I move robotic
We be trappin', we servin', we movin' narcotics
I'm never doin' no dirt with a snitch
Nigga run up then the Glock gonna hit
A whole, on god, on gang, go "bang, bang, bang"
Relaxing my body with Marry jane
I would never go marry Kane
My respect, I'ma die about vain
A lot of shit, I cry about pain
But that shit never break me, a nigga go harder
I'ma rob for a brick if I got me a carter
High as a bird, man, bitch, I'ma carter
You sloppy with beef and we get it in farther