Lay Low '19

Eastside be the mantra, double entendre
They gon' have to play this out in Yonkers
Let my niggas do the honors while I’m out with a bitch at Katana
If I can’t get you niggas, it’s cool, I’ma slide on your mama
I’m from the evil side, I’m like a regal ride
'Cept got a stash spot
To turn you hothead niggas into a matchbox
My niggas don’t slap-box, we out of the gloves with it
How I make it on the list when I got a snub, nigga?
Niggas good at cookin' beef so why would you sub niggas?
You seen Training Day? Put his ass in the tub, nigga
Say anything wrong, I wanna see blood, nigga
So watch how you niggas talkin'
Watch how you niggas barkin'
Be a long boring day for me tryna pick your coffin
Which one you gon' lay in? 'Cause niggas not playin'
Niggas got questions for me? I got questions for y’all
Everybody on the timeline wanna be involved
Okay, let’s play keepaway
Take niggas' beats away
Then would half the songs be great?
Mhm, I can’t relate
If we told niggas they couldn’t rap about guns if they ain’t never pop one
How many rappers we got left?
Shit, not none, the numbers gettin' slim
I get to gettin' on my Edward Scissorhands and get to choppin' and trimmin' at
niggas' stories
I’m Robert Horry, I’m Rick Fox with it
Jigga on the boat with flip-flops, nigga
Oshea with the fade
Nipsey with the braids
Weezy with the braids, uh, uh-huh
We not the same, nigga
A-I-R-Plane James, nigga (Diamond Lane)
For the niggas who be claiming my hood and really ain’t from my gang
Better lay low
I hope he don’t be thinking I’m just talking and I won’t do a thing
Really hope so