Stay Low

[Intro: Trillville]
I'm dead broke, a nigga need some dough
Oh hell no, I'm sick of being broke
I'm dead broke, a nigga need some dough
Oh hell no, I'm sick of being broke (Yeah)

[Chorus: Don P & Lil Scrappy]
Clips in my .9, a couple .45's
A nigga dead broke, so I gotta get mine
Hit the floor (Hit the floor), hit the floor (Hit the floor)
Hit the floor (Hit the floor), hit the floor (Hit the floor)
We'll shoot through your window, we'll shoot through your wall (Through your wall)
Go strip down to your draws (Draws)
All my niggas want it all (All)
We want you to buck motherfucka (Motherfucka)
We want you to buck right now (Right now)
We want you to buck motherfucka (Motherfucka)
We want you to buck right now (Right now)

[Verse 1: Dirty Mouth & Don P]
[Get it up?] now, fuck nigga
All my nigga want is some cheese
Don't say a word pussy nigga, if you do I'ma squeeze
Now bitch freeze, and get yo ass down on the floor
I'm a gutter motherfucka, that's gon' slit your throat
I'm dead broke, a nigga comin' straight out the slums
Packing .9 millimeters and a black tommy guns
And I'm a killer, I'ma straight pull out your spine
Stab your ass eight times, it's a [freeze?] from the crime (Aye, my [?])

[Verse 2: Don P]
Aye, my [?] man, let me explain
I don't play by rules, my gat don't play no games
Don't give up, money, jewelry and chain
Now I'm rich, I get the picture but I ain't chained
Had to hit a lick cause a nigga needed cheese
Lay it down motherfucka, I ain't gotta say please
With the gat to your face and your bitch on her knees
Don AKA, I stay on the creep, yeah

[Chorus: Don P & Lil Scrappy]
Clips in my .9, a couple .45's
A nigga dead broke, so I gotta get mine
Hit the floor (Hit the floor), hit the floor (Hit the floor)
Hit the floor (Hit the floor), hit the floor (Hit the floor)
We'll shoot through your window, we'll shoot through your wall (Through your wall)
Go strip down to your draws (Draws)
All my niggas want it all (All)
We want you to buck motherfucka (Motherfucka)
We want you to buck right now (Right now)
We want you to buck motherfucka (Motherfucka)
We want you to buck right now (Right now)

[Verse 3: Lil Scrappy]
My pockets on low, finna pull up, kick door
Aye bitch, lay it down, put your face on the floor
Whatchu waiting on buddy? I ain't playing with you homie
And the mask on my face so you don't too much know me
Yeah nigga I'm for real, don't be playing with my skill
Gon' rob for a [?] and I do it for a mill
Aye chill, before I knock the fucking balls out your face
Motherfuck the police cause I ain't catching a case

[Verse 4: Lil' LA & Don P]
I gotta get mine, feeling with you [?]
Bitch you want it all, all G's and the dough
A mix of little Hen (Hen), and a little coke (Coke)
And if I see the draw, in a goddamn pole
So gon' get ho'ed or better yet, get low
I got a damn bitch that'll make your ass hit the floor
Bitch nigga know cause we came from the dough
So go and get up and get your ass on the floor (Yeah)

[Chorus: Don P & Lil Scrappy]
Clips in my .9, a couple .45's
A nigga dead broke, so I gotta get mine
Hit the floor (Hit the floor), hit the floor (Hit the floor)
Hit the floor (Hit the floor), hit the floor (Hit the floor)
We'll shoot through your window, we'll shoot through your wall (Through your wall)
Go strip down to your draws (Draws)
All my niggas want it all (All)
We want you to buck motherfucka (Motherfucka)
We want you to buck right now (Right now)
We want you to buck motherfucka (Motherfucka)
We want you to buck right now (Right now)

[Verse 5: Pitbull]
Ohh-waaa-ohh, uh
I've been told to shoot out and stay low
And keep firing, fuck the cops dog, hold the [felon?]
Cause this things a blazing, I see the presidential rollie on your wrist
But by the looks of it, you ain't Ronald Reagan
So, hand it over bitch cause ain't nothing gon' save you (Give me it)
This is just a word for the wise
Whoever got the work, I need a piece of the pie (Up)

[Outro: Bo Hagon]
Didn't you hear what my folks said? Don't you know what the deal is?
We ain't got to say shit, that'll still [?]
And Coupe de Ville is parked outside of the corner store of the exit off 85
Hit the lick, switch clothes and let it ride
Them FBI ain't quick to let it slide
I'ma get this money any way that I can
Nigga fuck around think we playin', there it is