LAT3LY

[Part I: Prod. Pinkgrillz]

[Intro: Lazy3x]
(Grill, Grill)
(Gang, gang) Then I call the ho
I done, yeah

[Verse 1: Lazy3x & Lil Darkie]
I done fuck on that ho (That ho)
Pour me a drank and I pour me a four
I whip in the trap, I whip in the bowl
I get to the racks, I get to the dough
And I got a strap, and I got a pole
She wanna kick it, just like Po
I been flippin' in the bowl
And now I'm winnin', on the go
She suckin' my dick and she a goat, yuh
I pull up in a drop top, goal
Skrrt in a foreign, Lightning McQueen
Shawty, she foreign, she look like a queen
Shawty a thot, she suckin' the team
I pour out the drop, I pour out the lean
Got a lot in my jean, gotta ride my way
Got a bitch and my wife, I call it LV
I'm gone off the pack, boy, you smell me
And where's your bed, boy? You tell me
That nigga a snitch, that nigga telling
He went out the lines, I surf, ain't lean
And all my slime, you know that I bleed
That nigga won't talk, now he in the streets
That choppa gon' sing, like do re mi
I'm countin' it up like A-B-C's
I'm addin' it up, I'm gettin' this green
Choppa gon' kick, Kung Fu
I can't love her, I'm not that dude
I feel like a crip, my hunnids blue
Can't fuck with that bih' 'cause you give me the blues
You know that I whip and I stay with a tool
You know I be drippin', I stay with the goo
You know I ain't trippin', I stay with them goons
And shawty, she shrimpin', she know what to do
That nigga a lame, that nigga a goo
I'm switching lanes inside of my coupe
Pull up in a Wraith, you know that I fool, son
I'm sick of these bitches, they all have disease
I pull out my green, now she on her knees
But I'm gettin' rich, I get to the green
That nigga 6ix9ine, that nigga a snitch
She want 6-9, she freaky as shit
I nut in her eye, she can't see shit
Like bro, gimme that, that's not yo' stick
I pull up and click, see if she's boy, that's not yo' bitch
I'm racing when I'm in the switch, yuh
I face him, smoke him like a spliff
And lately I've been on my shit
Don't pay me out, just need a grip
Tell that lil' boy "Get a grip" (Yeah)
And I got a clip, it sit on my hip
Nigga, they talkin' that shit (Yuh)
But I'm with your bih' and I'm breakin' her hip
I be independent, like boy, are you him?
(Yuh, yuh) You stay with the space, I'm shootin' this clip
Yo' boy is a mouse, I pull out the clip
I shoot up his house, I shoot up his crib
These niggas talk shit, ain't ballin' shit (Yeah, yeah)
Well, look at your bih', I'm callin' dibs
Ballin', need a scholarship
Diamonds floss, it's on my wrist (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Diamond lost it on my wrist, ah-ah-ah, oh-oh (Yeah)
Nigga won't talk all that shit
Nigga on acid trip
I'm wearin' that Vivienne fit
I will not fiend, no
Nigga won't talk all that raw raw
Takin' that gun to his papa
Nigga want smoke 'til it pop off
Nigga, you doo-doo like caca (Yeah), fah fah
I got on top, but ain't feelin' my vibe with that runnin'
The diamonds, like how 'bout you find that, ah-ah
Ah-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh, ah-ahh-ah-ah-ahh
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
I ain't in the city for lookin' pretty (Yuh, yuh)
All my opps touchin' titties (Yuh, yuh), I'm gone (I'm gone)
I be runnin' up a check, yeah
Put that on my neck, ah-ahh
I'm on the block gettin' bottled
You want some yolo, you holler
Gave 'em some crack for a dollar
She call me simp, but she Nala (Yeah)
She wan' me fuck up her back
I'm poppin' a Vivienne tag
I'm poppin' a sign of attack
To all these niggas that wack (Yeah)
If she wanna roll the spiders
We keepin' a million lighters
But you in the street, and we fighters
We poppin' an opp, you don't mind us (Yeah, yeah)
And that guy can roll with the leader
And we might leave you in a liter
Yo' bitch, I know maybe she teethin'
I'm leavin' them up in believers (Yeah, yeah)

[Instrumental Outro]

[Part II: Prod. Jello]

[Intro: Lil Darkie]
Uh
Uhh-uhh-uh
Uh

[Chorus: Lil Darkie]
Lay me out, lay me out
Lay me out, lay me out
To dry in the rays from the sky
Leave me high, let's search it, [?] for mine
When we fly

[Verse 1: Lil Darkie]
When we fly, I won't need another land now
With my gang, I'ma need yo' ass to stand down, huh (Yuh)
They don't understand now
Bag it up on a nigga, might just take you out
Where you from, nigga? I don't know what state you out
In my bag like McDonald's, I'm gon' fade you now
I'm not big, nigga, I'm might need to pay you now
You got money in yo' pocket, better walk it out
Actin' funny, I ain't talkin' if the Glock is out
Smell like honey, sweet like butter when I sock you out (Yuh)
Ain't nobody that'll call her when I knock you out (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nose is runny, nose is bloody, why you talkin' now?

[Chorus: Lil Darkie & Lazy3x]
Lay me out, lay me out
Lay me out, lay me out
To dry in the rays from the sky
Leave me high, let's search it, [?] for mine
(Yeah, ayy) When we fly

[Verse 2: Lazy3x, Lazy3x & Lil Darkie, Lil Darkie]
Yeah, all these, all these bitches wan' suck me
Yeah, bitch I'm talkin', pull up, then I'm bussin'
Yuh, bitches want me, that boy, he don't want beef
Yeah, she don't love me, she just love my money (Cash)
Yeah, ayy, get these racks (Get these racks)
Pulled a glatt (Bah bah), then I slatt (Yeah, yeah)
But I want my sat, oh
(Yeah, yeah) Oh, oh, all my hands on go (Yeah, yeah)
I'm in the flack, gotta I keep me a pole
I play around and blow, just like a noel
Niggas be cappin', they don't get no racks
These niggas be fake, these niggas be rats
But I walk in the bank and I walk out with sacks
And I walk in my sense, then I fuck up a sack
Yeah, you done, they give me whip
Yeah, flippin' the pack like a gymnast
Yeah, drop my racks, they gettin' it
The shot on my back 'cause the [?] is a midget
Yeah, strap them out the fire
Now that bitch pop, like fuck with you, why? (Yuh)
Can't fuck with a thot 'cause she like to lie
Pull up with the Glock, I shoot at his eye
I call my baby Bella (Baby, uh), we'll be fine
Boy, I'm in the flack, gotta keep me a .9
And these niggas, they gon' fuck, they go switchin' they sides
And I left my ho 'cause she down to ride
If you wanna let me go, baby, let me cry
I don't gotta know mo', I can see in her eyes
You don't ever call my phone, say you don't gotta try
How it's bad when I see with all the guys (Huh, huh, huh)
Lay me out to dry (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)