Lay It Down (Live) 8Ball & MJG

[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Yeah, Sunday morning, I'm still yawnin’ from the night before
So much cess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke
Oh no, who is this ho in the bed with me?
I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name, G
Grab me a Swisher, cut it up, fill it with weed
Hit that ho in the head, tell her, "Get out my bed, you damn freak"
Jumped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed then ran a gold comb through my curls
Walkin' out of the house slow, tellin’ that ho, "Come on, let's go"
First I crank up the music, then hit the switch on my six-four
Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick
But at the same time on my dick, thick
Beat a bitch quick 'cause I'm sick
Full of Swishers and malt liquor, I'm a killer on them sticks
Aggravated hallucination, tryna let go of my frustration
But some unlucky nigga gonna be a med patient
I got a nine, Uzi, AK, but that shit don't matter
If I gotta, I will rat-a-tat-a
To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts
And if you step to us, you will have to lay it down, man

[Chorus]
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down