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LAYLOW
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Utwór LAYLOW został wydany 5 grudnia 2025 przez Backend jako część albumu Backend V2
5 grudnia 2025
WytwórniaBackend
JęzykEnglish
BPM184
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Tekst Utworu

Baby, pass the double cup, I'm pourin' for some more
Fiends at the door, baby, go and get the door
**** ask me why I'm home, ****, I'm tryna laylow
I'm walkin' out the crib, the neighbors smell like Pac now
They smell like gas now, baby, that's that Pacquiao
Take a step into my crib, that bitch trapped out
Balls layin' all around the floor, this bitch trapped out
Bitch heard that I'm the plus, she tryna get my mouth now
Tryna throw that ass now, she tryna turn that ass around
Baby, I don't want that ass now, I want them Pacs now
Teepee landin' in a hour, gotta get them Pacs out
Trash is layin' on me, sayin' I'm delayin' Pacs now
****, I bring cash out, bitch, I bring out bigger mouths
**** bring they stash out, lookin' like a little mouse
And your mama see me, she like, damn, you gettin' bigger now
Damn, riding AMG, ask for that, bitch, he's doin' numbers now
Shark in the field, bitch, I need every dollar now
We got too much cash, we bangin' hard, no, we ain't runnin' out
Know you heard about Drag', you better run, I'm tryna hog shit down
Know you heard about Drag', I'm takin' shit, you better watch your feet
I be bangin' hard, I shop at Saks when this shit not for cheap
I be smokin' hard and sippin' drink, but that percs not for me
She not throwin' ass, or suckin' dick, then that bitch not for me
No, no draggin' slime, I take it on lime, and that shit not for you
You already know I spend on Ape, my favorite color blue
How you broke and shit with all them clothes, man, that shit must be fruit
I pour out the Quaggan with the Tris', man, that shit ain't no fool
Thuggin' in the stu' with Madbudz, know we jammin' hard
You keep flexin' ice, you come right here, don't bet you gettin' robbed
Ain't nothin' like food, you sayin' names, no, I can't fuck with cops
Bitch, I finally rich, I feel like Sosa, I can't love no thot
Bout to block with the striker, the feds try to stake me out
They know I'm pushin' bigger mouths, they know the trap is bigger now
They know I'm touchin' chicken now, baby, why you come around?
Now you tryna let me down, is you gonna hold me down?
Don't care bout that love shit, baby, I need them backings now
Watch the plug, cause I'm cashin' out, bring all of them packs in now
Bitch, I'm tryna break it down, get it all, I run the town
Everybody wants a Madbudz, they tryna smoke it now
Been trappin' active lately, countin' different backings, baby
Tryna count a hundred thousand out the stats, so I been trappin' daily
****, if you owe me money, then you know I'm comin' crazy
I'ma spend your block every time, bout that money, I ain't gettin' lazy
**** better fuckin' pay me, leave the scene lookin' crazy
Left a **** princess on the floor, we left that **** lazy
Smoke with that whole block, ****, ain't no fuckin' maybe
Catch a ****, then it's on site, this 38 side actin' crazy
She don't try no shots, that's my baby, she start raisin' hell, she actin' crazy
I come outside, I keep that 38, I keep that shit for safety
So ****, I got one question, when is you gon' fuckin' pay me?
If you keep on playin' with your life, you ain't gon' make it
****, you ain't gon' make it, you gon' watch me come and take it
I'ma make your death, bad boy, this shit feel like the Matrix
Bad bitch, she gettin' naked, eat it, show me you ain't fakin'
Baby, show me what you cravin', is it me or what I'm makin'?
Written by: Jaden Gonzalez
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