Lay Em Down
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
No questions who I be
Gettin them chips
It's the young prince, W. I. Z
Lames, it's another you I see
Yeah the boy's a problem
What you niggas gon' do bout me
You fuckers speakin its a sad thing
Fuck with me and get a bad name
Quicker I can get in the fast lane
No you not a boss, bitch I ain't gotta floss
All my hoes know sign language, I ain't gotta call
Point to her she'll jump right inside the car
And then I blow by, true stories, no lie
Hoes wanna know why the boy stay so fly
And how I'm so low but I stay so high
And I go hard, youngin make the track move
Home of the back block
Where they let the crack move
Stay hundred, ain't nothin like you rap dudes
Way blunted, gettin money, yellin cash rules
[Chorus]
I know fools wanna see my team
But we don't play around
Most niggas act tough when you spray a round
Those niggas back up knowin they around
First nigga act up we'll lay em down
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I did things just the way I choose
No way I lose
You can tell by the way I move
Imma boss till the day I'm through
Nigga picture that
Only way I'm losin the game is when I give it back
So you can try hard, bringin it to my squad
Kill him while gettin some ass that nigga die hard
I got a hot rhyme, yours cool, not mine
One 900 only time he got a hotline
And my goal is to make cash
Nigga in the way Cam
Wear him out like a brake pad
Around here you can cake fast
Cause its all about how you weigh grams
So what's your weight class
Yeah me and my niggas A-class
Skate past, chickens on my dick
You niggas straight ass
And I make moves
See how I break dudes
Got a team of gorillas
Ya'll niggas ape food
[Chorus]
I know fools wanna see my team
But we don't play around
Most niggas act tough when you spray a round
Those niggas back up knowin they around
First nigga act up we'll lay em down
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
I don't know what you niggas thinkin bout
But you should watch what you speakin out
Snitches hit the block then they leak it out
Around here niggas walk around with their heaters out
Pitch rocks, pull Glocks, let em speak it out
Now that's gun talk, go and let ya gun spark
Spit crack, niggas need work, I'll front ya'll
Bring it to ya front yard
Yo I'm thinkin its the one paw
Plus the beat pound in the trunk hard
Move when I go, plus been bout dough
Ya'll dudes start shit out slow
Like you came in the race
But ya aim is a waste
Cause as soon as you comfortable
I'm changin the pace
But if you really wanna test the boy
I suggest you be dressed for war
Cause I'll leave you stretched for sure
No breath just chest to floor
Me with the chainsaw like that Texas boy
[Chorus]
I know fools wanna see my team
But we don't play around
Most niggas act tough when you spray a round
Those niggas back up knowin they around
First nigga act up we'll lay em down
