Lay Down chords by J.R. Writer
Verse 1
Abm
Yo, what's poppin'?
It's Jay Slay, AKA Slap,
your favorite DJ.
I'm chillin' with my nigga J
.R. Roddy.
Y know what it is.
The dip is a set, motherfuckers.
Dbm
Roddy's block, talk truth.
Act like the fuck y 'all know.
sometimes, you know,
I sit back and think, like, damn.
What if I lose, man?
But then I sit back and listen to my shit,
Abm
and it's like, I mean, I can't lose, man.
I am nice, man.
Y can't fuck with me.
Yo, I'm a monster that'll clap, Maddox
Pop it if I catch static
Pick up the whip then drop
it like a bad habit
I'm on 20, 20, 20, Visionette
20
Twins in the pack, plenty semis just to clap
The god of this music,
I'm far but you stupid
I know you look at me like, look at him
How does he do it?
I ain't that dude named Tova
But I'm Blue Flames, Doja
And a different kind of whip
about two lanes sober
I just murk it,
murk it, dushed you on purpose
You tryna keep up,
you ain't even got your permit
You need to learn this before
tryna burn this
Plus beside your song game
sounding kinda nervous
I show you how to shit on a child
Turn your shit up real loud, flip
And basically switch up your style
Come to me for a ghost writer
You already no writer
Plus you're no writer
and you need your flow tighter
Me I'ma smash regardless
And be a smashin' artist
You're just whack, that's garbage
Don't get used for practice, target
I'm in the streets,
creep jeans, suit heavy still
A nigga creep me, aim, shoot, ready, kill
Click -clack, lay down,
click -clack, lay down
Click -clack, lay down,
what I said, stay down
I'm in the streets,
creep jeans, suit heavy still
A nigga creep me, aim, shoot, ready, kill
Click -clack, lay down, click -clack, lay down
I down what I said, stay down
Yo, perpetual style, perpetual dial
I move slow, move blow,
them consecutive vowels
One hit, then they head to the clouds
The rock got me on the block
pushing like an intentional foul
Uh -oh, the kid from the tenants,
that's dipping like Emmett
But now I won't fuck the prince,
call me serious business
Any cat you ever name,
I give him the business
For them digits he'll be finished
before I get to a minute
Cause I'm past great, ass face,
all your work is half baked
Get it, cook it, bag it,
that's what I call a fast break
Still I slap eights with black eights,
let the fag brag
You'll be sittin' in a bag like a sack race
Mess with me and mess you'll see,
you must be on ecstasy
This tech you see
is definitely how your friends
pour Hennessy
I'm in the streets,
creep jeans, suit, heavy steel
A nigga creep me, aim, shoot, ready, kill
Click, clap, lay, damn
Click, clap, lay down, click,
clap, lay down,
what I said, stay down
I'm in the streets,
creep, jeans, suit, heavy steel
A nigga creep me, aim, shoot, ready, kill
Click, lay down, click, lay down,
Outro 1
click, lay down, what I said, stay down
Abm
Lay Down
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