LAYAWAY

[Intro]
(ZiggyMadeIt)

[Chorus: HeadHuncho Amir]
Puttin' clothes on layaway, I fell in love with fashion
Mama couldn't afford it, when I got older, I had to have it
Ain't no dishes, just some turkey bags inside the cabinet
Real ghetto boy, did from Detroit to Dallas
Baby girl so fine, whenever I see her, she be smilin'
I'm a young nigga, pockets grown, you niggas must be childish
My young nigga gon' blow some, he pull like Ray Allen
If 'Mir on the flyer, guarantee it's crowded

[Verse 1: HeadHuncho Amir]
Watch where you step, please don't step on these new 1s
Whatever 'Mir do cool, they gon' cop it, they my sons
I'm the underdog, all these niggas wanna be some dons
This rap shit, it's my job, I come to work and I have fun
I be doin' my own thing, these other niggas groupies
Had a nigga in a wheelchair, every time he pull up, he want a cutie
I don't beef with niggas, if it's smoke, do him like a doobie
We pop out, it's a movie, this ain't shit like no Tubi
Brown imagination, she like, "Damn, you smell fresh"
Backpack on full, I forgot to cash a check
Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper sayin' that I'm next
I'm a outside baby, ask my mama, I been left the nest
I was smokin' Jet Fuel, I understood finesse
Fifty-year run, what you niggas wanna bet?
My OG one of the first one go Forgis on a 'Vette
Can't fish wash in my hood, I learned from the best

[Chorus: HeadHuncho Amir & Peezy]
Puttin' clothes on layaway, I fell in love with fashion
Mama couldn't afford it, when I got older, I had to have it
Ain't no dishes, just some turkey bags inside the cabinet
Real ghetto boy, did from Detroit to Dallas
Baby girl so fine, whenever I see her, she be smilin'
I'm a young nigga, pockets grown, you niggas must be childish
My young nigga gon' blow some, he pull like Ray Allen
If 'Mir on the flyer, guarantee it's crowded (Ghetto)

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Puttin' clothes on layaway, I had to have that shit
I couldn't afford it, fuck it, I'ma snatch and grab that bitch
I came from runnin' out the mall to snatch and grabbin' zips
Give me a couple months, I'm comin' back to snatch a brick
'96 Chevy, got that bitch from Duffin
You can't tell a nigga shit about no hustlin'
Started with a sixteenth, I really came from nothin
Ain't never goin' for nothin', Rollie rockin, pocket stuffin
Just come cop a couple, I'll turn your trap up
From 8 a.m. to 8 p.m., that's when we wrap up
Lost a couple hundred, now I'm back up
Fell in love with fashion, outfit cost me ten bucks, nigga

[Chorus: HeadHuncho Amir]
Puttin' clothes on layaway, I fell in love with fashion
Mama couldn't afford it, when I got older, I had to have it
Ain't no dishes, just some turkey bags inside the cabinet
Real ghetto boy, did from Detroit to Dallas
Baby girl so fine, whenever I see her, she be smilin'
I'm a young nigga, pockets grown, you niggas must be childish
My young nigga gon' blow some, he pull like Ray Allen
If 'Mir on the flyer, guarantee it's crowded