"Layover" lyrics
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah
I'm in this bitch smoking dope right now
I'm in this bitch high as fuck right now, nigga
Bad bitch asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover
Bad bitch asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover
Man, I go in every time like a lay-up
Five-star bitch, ain't no way I'ma play with her
Rick Owens drip, bitch, I'm rocking layers
Designer fashion, yes, I keep it player
Damn, this ho playing
I gotta go, lil' bitch, I'll see you later
YSL jeans and they holdin' my paper
Why do these niggas be asking for favors?
And this ho keep calling, I guess that she think a young nigga gon' come through and try to go save her
This a big backwood, no, not a paper
This Draco is hard, we equipped with a laser
I didn't go to Harvard, I went to the trap, bitch
My bro got an AR-15 on his back, bitch
I hit these hoes back to back just like backpage
And I'm in the back of the trap smokin' cat piss
Early morning, bitch, I'm breaking the bank
And if you talking racks, well I'm upping dogshit
I swear this life that I'm livin' so awesome
I come through, I'm fly, got your bitch just like, "Aw shit"
Rick Owens kicks how I step over dog shit
All-black drip coming through like a poltergeist
Don't ask me 'bout shit 'cause I swear I don't know them guys
You can get what you want, lil' bitch, just gotta close your eyes
I'm smoking dope in the whip, bitch, I'm uber high
I just copped some new kicks and I swear that they stupid fire
Fuck 12, this revolution is televised
I'm plugged in, lil' bitch, my dripping is digitized
Bad bitch asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover
Man, I go in every time like a lay-up
Five-star bitch, ain't no way I'ma play with her
Rick Owens drip, bitch, I'm rocking layers
Designer fashion, yes, I keep it player
Damn, this ho playing
I gotta go, lil' bitch, I'll see you later
YSL jeans and they holdin' my paper
Why do these niggas be asking for favors?
And this ho keep calling, I guess that she think a young nigga gon' come through and try to go save her
This a big backwood, no, not a paper
This Draco is hard, we equipped with a laser
Bitch, I'm getting paid, give a fuck 'bout a hater
And them blue hundreds shocked that lil' bitch like a taser
And them blue hundreds shocked that lil' bitch like a taser
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(No stylist)
Bad bitch asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover
Yeah
I'm in this bitch smoking dope right now
I'm in this bitch high as fuck right now, nigga
Bad bitch asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover
Bad bitch asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover
Man, I go in every time like a lay-up
Five-star bitch, ain't no way I'ma play with her
Rick Owens drip, bitch, I'm rocking layers
Designer fashion, yes, I keep it player
Damn, this ho playing
I gotta go, lil' bitch, I'll see you later
YSL jeans and they holdin' my paper
Why do these niggas be asking for favors?
And this ho keep calling, I guess that she think a young nigga gon' come through and try to go save her
This a big backwood, no, not a paper
This Draco is hard, we equipped with a laser
I didn't go to Harvard, I went to the trap, bitch
My bro got an AR-15 on his back, bitch
I hit these hoes back to back just like backpage
And I'm in the back of the trap smokin' cat piss
Early morning, bitch, I'm breaking the bank
And if you talking racks, well I'm upping dogshit
I swear this life that I'm livin' so awesome
I come through, I'm fly, got your bitch just like, "Aw shit"
Rick Owens kicks how I step over dog shit
All-black drip coming through like a poltergeist
Don't ask me 'bout shit 'cause I swear I don't know them guys
You can get what you want, lil' bitch, just gotta close your eyes
I'm smoking dope in the whip, bitch, I'm uber high
I just copped some new kicks and I swear that they stupid fire
Fuck 12, this revolution is televised
I'm plugged in, lil' bitch, my dripping is digitized
Bad bitch asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover
Man, I go in every time like a lay-up
Five-star bitch, ain't no way I'ma play with her
Rick Owens drip, bitch, I'm rocking layers
Designer fashion, yes, I keep it player
Damn, this ho playing
I gotta go, lil' bitch, I'll see you later
YSL jeans and they holdin' my paper
Why do these niggas be asking for favors?
And this ho keep calling, I guess that she think a young nigga gon' come through and try to go save her
This a big backwood, no, not a paper
This Draco is hard, we equipped with a laser
Bitch, I'm getting paid, give a fuck 'bout a hater
And them blue hundreds shocked that lil' bitch like a taser
And them blue hundreds shocked that lil' bitch like a taser
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(No stylist)
Bad bitch asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover
Writer(s): Bobby Sandimanie Iii, Destroy Lonely
