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Lay low, in the cut, lamped up
Posted, lay low, in the cut, lamped up
Posted, lay low, in the cut, lamped up
Posted, posted, posted, posted
Lay low, in the cut, lamped up
Came through in a Range Rover
Nigga beep beep, nigga back up
We four deep, packed up
Just in case he act up
He get stomped out, smacked up
Ambulances, firetrucks
Wired up, high as fuck
Making loot, you drying up
You stay at home, we flying out
You falling off, we climbing up
And I'm too cool for these ratchet bitches
Too cool for these average niggas
Who the, who the fuck asked you niggas
Vroom vroom, I move past you niggas
Posted, lay low, in the cut
Like nigga what, I got an eighth to smoke
She got a big ol' butt
I'm motivated, she motivated
Damn that ass is amaz-on
Tank top with my J's on
No chain on, but I stay on
Got a magazine with my face on
And I'm posted
I said Pac Div in the cut
Nigga we been doing good
Stocking cap or Roger Zapp
I might keep it super hood
Old school with the newest wood
I'm posted up and I'm draped down
You tricking on them chickens homes
You sending hoes that PayPal
I bend the corner and break out
Betty Crocker that cake route
Down to earth but I'm spaced out
Pound of herb, now break down
I'm lamping, I'm low key
My mind be on my business
I'm Remy Martin cup sipping
Might be out to Christmas
Might be out at Fox Hills
Might be out at Lenox
Them yellow broads with me
Like they might be out the Simpsons
Right beside my pimping
That's the only way to get it
Catch a nigga lamped up
Only way of living
Posted, in the cut, low pro
Nate Robinson balling
D-Wade, Chris Paul, A.I., and I'm hooping
Where you been, who me?
Overseas, rocking shows, clocking dough
Knocking hoes, smoking trees, pounds
Euros, nouns, plural
Save the tough talking, you clowns are churros
Sweet boy, we got heat boy
You a decoy, so please quit
My soldiers have been deployed to get destroyed
You in deep shit, beastin', beastin'
Solid like Ironman
And while that iron hot
I put the California crease in
L.A., N.Y., been fly
Been flown, in Rome, been grown
Fuck boy, get gone
We big dogs, y'all small fleas
Don't bother me with small fees
Ay hold up, I'm busy though
I'll call you, don't call me
I'm posted



Writer(s): Unknown Unknown, Gabe Stevenson



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