Lay Em Down

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] No questions who I be Gettin them chips It's the young prince, W. I. Z Lames, it's another you I see Yeah the boy's a problem What you niggas gon' do bout me You fuckers speakin its a sad thing Fuck with me and get a bad name Quicker I can get in the fast lane No you not a boss, bitch I ain't gotta floss All my hoes know sign language, I ain't gotta call Point to her she'll jump right inside the car And then I blow by, true stories, no lie Hoes wanna know why the boy stay so fly And how I'm so low but I stay so high And I go hard, youngin make the track move Home of the back block Where they let the crack move Stay hundred, ain't nothin like you rap dudes Way blunted, gettin money, yellin cash rules [Chorus] I know fools wanna see my team But we don't play around Most niggas act tough when you spray a round Those niggas back up knowin they around First nigga act up we'll lay em down [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] I did things just the way I choose No way I lose You can tell by the way I move Imma boss till the day I'm through Nigga picture that Only way I'm losin the game is when I give it back So you can try hard, bringin it to my squad Kill him while gettin some ass that nigga die hard I got a hot rhyme, yours cool, not mine One 900 only time he got a hotline And my goal is to make cash Nigga in the way Cam Wear him out like a brake pad Around here you can cake fast Cause its all about how you weigh grams So what's your weight class Yeah me and my niggas A-class Skate past, chickens on my dick You niggas straight ass And I make moves See how I break dudes Got a team of gorillas Ya'll niggas ape food [Chorus] I know fools wanna see my team But we don't play around Most niggas act tough when you spray a round Those niggas back up knowin they around First nigga act up we'll lay em down [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] I don't know what you niggas thinkin bout But you should watch what you speakin out Snitches hit the block then they leak it out Around here niggas walk around with their heaters out Pitch rocks, pull Glocks, let em speak it out Now that's gun talk, go and let ya gun spark Spit crack, niggas need work, I'll front ya'll Bring it to ya front yard Yo I'm thinkin its the one paw Plus the beat pound in the trunk hard Move when I go, plus been bout dough Ya'll dudes start shit out slow Like you came in the race But ya aim is a waste Cause as soon as you comfortable I'm changin the pace But if you really wanna test the boy I suggest you be dressed for war Cause I'll leave you stretched for sure No breath just chest to floor Me with the chainsaw like that Texas boy [Chorus] I know fools wanna see my team But we don't play around Most niggas act tough when you spray a round Those niggas back up knowin they around First nigga act up we'll lay em down