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Do you wan' die or not? Is you gon' ride or not? She said my car tight, like a tied knot Topkid, we at the top Birds of a feather they flock Pop out with 7.62 and we mop What did you heard? I'm finna spend a lil' band when I walk in the spot Birds of a feather they flock Floppy dirty, I'm goin' to fly He spin over here and we hittin' his head Can't find Tech? Then we goin' to Wock' We goin' fair, bitch, goin' to war We in the spot, everybody drop Me and Ben Franklin built a report All that broke shit gotta stop Fuck nigga, lay low Fuck nigga, lay low Fuck nigga, lay low Fuck nigga, lay low, nigga, lay low Fuck nigga, lay low We got his head hit, hit with that Draco She said my car tight, (Fuck nigga, lay low) like a tied knot She said I'm her type, I be like, "I'm not" She wanna go on a flight (Fuck nigga, lay low) She plannin' to give me top, top, top (Lay low) Top, top, top (Lay low) Top, top, top (Lay low) Top, top, top (Lay low) Top, top, top Top, top, top, top (Fuck nigga, lay low) Top, top, top, top (Fuck nigga, lay low) Top, top, top, top Top, top, top, top
Writer(s): Jace Lavoer Salter, Devon Ray Jr Francis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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