Laying Low (Cooking Up)

Whippin' up, yeah, ask me what I’m doing
I been laying low and whippin' up
Laying low, whippin' up, ask me what I’m doing
I been laying low and whippin' up
Laying low, cooking up, yeah
Laying low, laying low and cooking up
Laying low and whippin' up, yeah
Laying low, laying low and whippin' up
Taking checks is fuckin' up my creditor
I been dead so much at least the VISA debit up
I don’t stress it, I won’t let it get to us
Flexing with my next of kins and working like a Mexican
And I’ve been cuttin' ties and cashin' cheques (cashin' cheques!)
With the same hands that been duckin' all your texts, yeah
I got too much pride to let it rest (let it rest!)
Too much pride for second best
Too much pride to second guess
Heard you niggas hating on the set (on the set!)
Hating 'cause I’m next, yeah
A chain is cool to cop but more important is lawyer fee’s
Yeah, and more important is loyalty
Yeah, my paranoia is paranormal, my mind is clear as oil
Paranoid, paranormal shit is the norm for me
But fuckin' this model is fuckin' me morally
Women want more, they want a war with me
Your main bitch on the fence, yeah, yeah
Tryna hit a lick, yeah, yeah
Its why she on the dick, yeah, yeah
She heard I’m getting rich, yeah, yeah
Now we in the mix, yeah, yeah
Hell’s in the mix, yeah, yeah
Whippin' with the wrist, yeah, yeah
Whippin' getting rich, yeah, yeah
Whippin' up, yeah, ask me what I’m doing
I been laying low and whippin' up
Laying low, whippin' up, ask me what I’m doing
I been laying low and whippin' up
Laying low, cooking up, yeah
Laying low, laying low and cooking up
Laying low and whippin' up, yeah
Laying low, laying low and whippin' up
You stop to smell the flowers when your Sean cause
I’ll never get these flowers when I’m gone
It’s been wild for awhile I need some calm
Two feet on the ground, facing the storm
The devil’s got a hold
With this shovel I dug a hell of a hole
I’m in trouble, I’m in a hell of a hole
For heaven’s sake to give the devil your soul
Give the devil your soul
Your main bitch on the fence, yeah, yeah
Tryna hit a lick, yeah, yeah
Its why she on the dick, yeah, yeah
She heard I’m getting rich, yeah, yeah
Now we in the mix, yeah, yeah
Hell’s in the mix, yeah, yeah
Whippin' with the wrist, yeah, yeah
Whippin' getting rich, yeah, yeah
Whippin' up, yeah, ask me what I’m doing
I been laying low and whippin' up
Laying low, whippin' up, ask me what I’m doing
I been laying low and whippin' up
Laying low, cooking up, yeah
Laying low, laying low and cooking up
Laying low and whippin' up, yeah
Laying low, laying low and whippin' up