Music : Taurus Bartlett/Davon Meeks/Marlon Goodwin/Tristan Jones/Premro Smith
[Intro: VonOff1700]
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down, lay it down, lay it down (Bolegs, this you?)
You hoes lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down, lay it down, lay it down (SPVNK on the beat, ahaha)
You hoes lay it down- ayy
[Chorus: VonOff1700]
When I up this Drac', a nigga better not move wrong
This shit get crazy, they done knocked him out his socks with his shoes on
Long live all the bros, most of they killers got a tombstone
That boy was lackin' while he was crackin', and got boomed on
We just clapped the face up, y'all gon' see him when the news on
We got so many pints up on this block, boy, this a tool zone
Tell if he famous, every quirk, then I got zoom on
Gettin' smoked or bein' locked in a cеll, that's sum' I'm cool on
[Verse 1: Polo G]
It take money to go to war, a lot of guns and they not chеap
Glock's, Drac's and ARP's, with this shit 'til the day I leave
My killers bounce out V's and chase 'em down until he cannot breathe
Only seein' [?] niggas on my team, you **** niggas ain't my bleeds
We play laser tag with the beams, my shooters creep
Get up close, don't shoot from deep
Me and VonOff got two a piece
I put the press on a nigga for wuffin' about what he gon' do to me
You don't want them killers outside your house, pull up like Uber Eats
[Verse 2: VonOff1700]
Uh, he took off and ran and got knocked right up off his feet
I got rich and I'm still signed, I just can't stop, I'm in too deep
I was tryna post up on they block because they heard that I'm OT
I'm in the 'Raq like it's Miami, 'cause I'm strapped up with my heat
B-b-big [?] like a Muslim, he pop up when he hear beef
I had to block [?] number, he kept talkin' 'bout pushin' P's
Everybody slidin' [?], we bounce out the regular Jeeps
We had to tap lil' [?] head, 'cause he thought this shit was sweet, but it's deadass
[Verse 3: Polo G]
Throw B's like we rock red flags
Blue hunnids make my pants sag
Took off when I was dead last
Can't wait to let my lead blast
Put a built-in switch up on the Glock, it shoot so damn fast
Talkin' shit but ain't out on your block, that's how your man's died
**** the opps til I'm six feet, can't get back what they took from me
They shoulda knew they couldn't compete
They got spanked and put to sleep
I got thirty-four racks, the **** I look like, Booker T?
It depend on if you movin' right, on whether you booked a freak
[Chorus: VonOff1700]
When I up this Drac', a nigga better not move wrong
This shit get crazy, they done knocked him out his socks with his shoes on
Long live all the bros, most of they killers got a tombstone
That boy was lackin' while he was crackin', and got boomed on
We just clapped the face up, y'all gon' see him when the news on
We got so many pints up on this block, boy, this a tool zone
Tell if he famous, every quirk, then I got zoom on
Gettin' smoked or bein' locked in a cell, that's sum' I'm cool on