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