"Laying Low" lyrics

[Rokky:]
How can I stop when it's all I know?
If it's that time and it's war, I want all the smoke
And you'll know them highs are better after all them lows
Dope boys on the strip, yeah, we make it snow, yo

Check it, whip it in the kitchen, whip it on the stove
Drillings with my bruddas, now I'm laying low
It don't always go to plan when you're on the roads
Shit, I just pray that I make it home
Check it, whip it in the kitchen, whip it on the stove
Drillings with my bruddas, now I'm laying low
It don't always go to plan when you're on the roads
Shit, I just pray that I make it home

Yo, when I was young, I used to rob the plug
M got his body cut
And he weren't hitting gym, run into us and now there's zero grub
I built up my line up on the block and in and out them pubs
A few man tried a ting, turned from Hercules to Forrest Gump
Could take a pic of half a mill, but I'd end up in jail
I was on the corner, just doing deals like it's Chicago Grill
Plot for them boys, I'll spin and spin just like a Ferris wheel
And if you get pinched, don't squeel, we all know the drill
Got Glocks and machine guns, prayin' for a clean one
Real ones all 'round me, said the fake love, I don't need none
She got breast, for a petite one
Bring a friend, for a threesome
Trappin', hittin' shots straight out the park like I'm G-Some
The path of greatness is a lonely road
They see you win and they smile, but they hope you don't
And she's been on me for a while, but she couldn't cope
Soon as this pack comes, I gotta go, sorry ho

Yo, check it, whip it in the kitchen, whip it on the stove
Drillings with my bruddas, now I'm laying low
It don't always go to plan when you're on the roads
Shit, I just pray that I make it home
Check it, whip it in the kitchen, whip it on the stove
Drillings with my bruddas, now I'm laying low
It don't always go to plan when you're on the roads
Shit, I just pray that I make it home

[Maroc:]
Look, whip it in the kitchen, whip it on the stove
Would've thought I worked at UPS the way they come and go
Yeah, you said you had me, it's that time, so come we roll
My Mrs kinda pissed, second day I ain't comin' home (Shit then)
Comfy in the drought, so I ain't lookin' for no new crops
I'm tryna find a new spot to go and place this new box
Busy gettin' money, fans askin' for a new song
Three-sixty views, eatin' good up on this rooftop
She thinks it's sexy with the way I make this coupe drop
I need a Lambo' truck and [?], I soon cop
I used to struggle with my bruddas, now it's business plans
Talkin' on my name so much, they're my biggest fans

[Blaze:]
Yo, cashin' cheques, diamond's dancin' 'round my neck
If I'm steppin' out with bro, grab the dinger, Nike Tech
If the plug's said he's comin' and it doesn't get me stress
I'ma give [?] like my name is 50 Cent
We've been trappin' all day, foreign whip with head's up display
Told the workers, "Keep on pushin', ain't got time for delay"
Keep on goin' 'round in circles like I'm stuck in a maze
Top Cali, ain't smokin' on haze
Came up sellin' ..., hang with robbers and fiends
Drop the top down in the summer, take a trip overseas
I move with ease, top shelf, I've been stackin' my Ps
She's textin' shy, but when we link, bro, she dropped to her knees

[Rokky:]
Yo, check it, whip it in the kitchen, whip it on the stove
Drillings with my bruddas, now I'm laying low
It don't always go to plan when you're on the roads
Shit, I just pray that I make it home
Check it, whip it in the kitchen, whip it on the stove
Drillings with my bruddas, now I'm laying low
It don't always go to plan when you're on the roads
Shit, I just pray that I make it home