LAY DOWN

[Verse 1: Woodat]
Baow, all you gon’ hear is the gun sound
Throw a shot at the crowd, they gon run now
Wiki, suckin’ on dick so you done now
Run up on me and that’s gon get you gunned down
Bro died, none of this shit is for fun now
Get to wavin' the g, don’t run now
Probably banged on Bs, wanna run down?
Yell "8High", say it back, straight gun sounds
Bitch I'm a Packer, this shit on my hip
Quickdraw, up faster than Wick
Whole time Steve B he been' ready to flick
Dumb nigga got popped he went out for a nick
G6 on the runway, I cannot miss
YSL, fuck 12, [?]
Broadday cops there, still let shit rip
Only take ten minutes to get me to 5th
Troopin', fuck is the need for a whip?
48 me the Makk, [?] beam then I flick
New beam, red beam, it's just me and the Ripk
Fuck [?] them niggas in Queens on dick
(Fuck [?] them niggas in Queens on dick)

[Verse 2: Mdot 59]
Niggas must've forgot what the fuck niggas do back to back on the opps, had to walk up, creep, go flock on the opps
I said, "Bro jack the hit, we ain't feenin for props"
64 cali, we leavin' through west, though the Makk going Davo, Makk gon' drop
With the Ape on my side, 21, 59, back block, mob ties threw pain out the chop
Know how we get, we been' handling the belt, why the fuck am I hearing them dissing the Flicks?
You better ask, niggas breaking the backboard, bro the re' on the scene if I miss
We ain't going for shit, free Raf, tried to come to the land, had to show 'em the Flicks really flick
Wiki know vibes, free Raf, die L'zz, free the reason he almost got put in a spliff, like
Why the fuck do they act? Niggas dissin' on Flicks nigga you better ask
Niggas talkin' on scaps, seen the fists after that, he got put in a spliff, nigga you better ask
Watched bro throw the beam on his chest, we ain't hittin' civilians on Kreeps, nigga you better ask
BabyStackz shoulda died, blame Pop he the reason, DayHound, stupid dumbass is a pack
Wiki know vibes, free Raf, die L'zz, free the reason that dumbass lil' nigga got banged on
Couldn't get to the Hill so we threw on the Os, anybody that fuck with the Hill get banged on
Niggas keep talking this "Get back" shit, we threw pain on the Os, 'cause the Os yall forgot?
Alpha shot, they tried to come to my block word to bro almost left in a lot
Niggas forgot me and Fro to deep on the Hill, threw the beam on made niggas duck
[?] and Six Hound on the Hill but he told me to chill, man I told him I don't give a fuck
Long Live Nu, niggas throw for the Jet, we not stoppin' this jet 'til the OY a buck
From the Os to L'zz niggas know how I get word to bro with the G, niggas know I'ma bug
The Kreeps know vibes, everytime niggas troll, niggas know that they takin' a trip to the dark
2-3 this, 2-3 that, man that shit it on lock, they don't come to the park
Nigga wanted some Nu Money, right? But all that he got was a shot, all he heard was the spark

[Verse 3: Jah Bandz]
Oh they tryna mention the Double L Flicks so I spin with a F tryna hop out the dark
It's a Makk on my dick so I'm parkin' the car
In the back tryna run and he ain't make it far
They keep on dissin', they not really been out the way, niggas really don't want me to start
He got tagged in his arm, shoulda been on a chart
If he step outta bounds then he bound to get hit
Niggas be sayin' they spinning my block but they comin' to blocks and they spinnin' for pics
Like how the fuck niggas start getting tuff when last year yall was tryna stay out the mix?
Like what the fuck? I had a lil' nigga mad because I was tryna fuck on his bitch, dummy
He acting like he don't know me but singing my tracks, 'cause they know I'm legit
Word to bro I've been banging since I was a jit
Why the fuck would I lack when I know how it get?

[Verse 4: Steve Hound]
Like
It's that time of the year, you better not look wrong, better not stare
Lil' bro get to clapping the G, he don't care, lil' bro it's a Makk in the V right there
Baow baow baow, like the sound of the bang
We don't care where we at, bitch we comin' prepared
Travis, backshot, I do the dance
I might get in that mode and start waving my tan
All you gon' hear is the gun start barking, all you gon' see is the gun start sparkin'
All you gon' see is the ski and dreads and the bullets start knockin' down all of my targets
Go for the stepback, three, James Harden
[?], it was garbage
Damo, Goti, they hit the hardest
I don't know how to stop nigga don't get me started

[Verse 5: Sai]