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Lay Low w Me
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lay Low w Me was released on April 15, 2024 by ABP Records as a part of the album On Some B******t - EP
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Release DateApril 15, 2024
LabelABP Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aero the Prophet
Aero the Prophet
Songwriter

Lyrics

Hmm
Woah, you hear that bitch
I think that's my wrist talkin'
What the fuck
What's it sayin'
Hmm
Damn
Hmm
What they tellin' me
I was playin' catch with my papa
You catchin' felonies
With my first check I went and bought myself a better piece
When throwin' up his signs his hairy fingers
Made that fella sneeze
He only droppin' stinky raps, he a shit mummy
Yellow baguettes on the face, told the jeweler to piss on me
I spread a lil' cheese on the cake she got a rich donkey
Two balls on the arm go with the Richard on my wrist homie
I flow a lil' different on a track
I'm like Mozart
I must be an asshole 'cause the bottoms where we both started
Smoke a lot of gas the crib was lookin' like a ghost fart
I'm askin' where the money is man, you askin' where the hoes are
That's why when you look me in the eyes, you lookin' up to me
Go put an LLC behind my name 'cause I'm good company
Got baddies at the function and they all shakin' their rump for free
They said I wouldn't spin, okay
Where the Hummer be
I don't got a lot of muscles but I still like to talk shit
Started throwin' knuckles and I hit him in his top lip
Audemar two-fifty I gave three when I copped it
I told a thousand women that I love them 'cause I'm toxic
Live my life behind a mask
Rey Mysterio
Made a honey nut like a big bowl of Cheerios
Like to be a loner in my section fuck the weirdos
I just got a boner from my reflection in the mirror though
Hold on
All in good faith I'm like Barnabus
Rob a hundred banks and force the President to pardon us
Gave the bitch the pipe and after she said it was marvelous
You know that shit a banger when the drop gon' make the barber cuss
Not like these other rappers me I've got some discipline
Told my baby mom to let me hit to see the kids again
Two pump chump, she said I'm faster than militiamen
That made my blood boil I had to roll me up some insulin
Nah we got that good shit, bring us back to the Stone Age
Marco in the shop hittin' the Lambo' with the chrome paint
Momma said don't fuck with girls who panties got them pole stains
Everything in the world cost a dollar but the smoke ain't
Four deep in the stu' I got the moccies on the feet
I like the be a lil' comfy when I'm walkin' on a beat
I know my brother, he just wanna see a life beyond the streets
But he still clutchin' on the corner for the folks thinkin' he sweet
He got MJ tendencies, he got some bad habits
Jordy just got out of prison and he already back at it
I done told this fucker lay low with me and stack cabbage
Got a bitch with an ass so fat, has its own gravity
I swear to God I'm lit, still suck my dick whenever she's mad at me
Her homeboy wishin' he had pockets that were fat as me
We talk about my favorite lil' op
That boy I'm glad to see
Ain't trynna go on no goose chase always askin' where that bastard be
Where he be
Written by: Aero the Prophet
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