Laid Out

Imma leave your head with one hundred rounds
You can see my drip trailing on the ground
Why you keep on watching tryna clone my sound
You look like a kid running running round
Running laps
Take your shawty home she gone collapse
Marking x’s all over the map
Keep on talking I don’t look for cap
I don’t look for cap
Why the beat slow down I’m bout to snap
Never catch my prints on any strap, but I’m
Tucking it, aiming it, shooting it, spraying it
Fuck with me I leave you laid out (Say what)
That’s my coupe, bust down (Slat)
Yea I hoop, uptown (Ooh)
Imma leave your head with one hundred rounds (Shh)
Fuck with me I leave you laid out (Say what)
That’s my coupe, bust down (Slat)
Yea I hoop, uptown (Ooh)
Imma leave your head with one hundred rounds (Shh)