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trav - layin low lyrics

[intro: trav]
yeah yeah
yeah, yeah yeah
ayy

[chorus: trav]
i was layin’ low from the suit and ties
they look for my gang for a homicide
count a hundred thousand, n-gga all in fives
this drug game left me traumatized
they said make that money, don’t make a change up
ayy, don’t make a change up
they said make that money, don’t make a change up
ayy, don’t make a change up

[verse 1: trav]
still always dream, buyin’ rollies for the team
chopper gun just shootin’ sh-t
p-ssy n-gga on the boomings
i ain’t breakin’ no bread if he don’t eat with us
in the trap with a strap with a street n-gga
you ain’t gettin’ no money, you a flea n-gga
half a million in the trap, that’s me n-gga
i’m just gettin’ ready for the suit and ties
he strapped, i’m strapped, that’s do-or-die
p-ssy n-ggas irritate me like fruit flies
hood full, cool n-gga, whole crew die
n-ggas talkin’ too much, i ain’t into flexin’
n-ggas pillow talking, i ain’t into textin’
p-ssy n-ggas on the internet
my n-ggas, we ain’t into that
same old n-gga when i came in
on call, on money i’m chainin’
if a n-gga move bricks in the payment
slide on him with the jam sh-t
slide on him, left the k with him
wonderful f-ck up your day sh-t
all of my n-ggas some made men
none of my n-ggas ain’t changin’, gang

[verse 2: don q]
don keep the tool with me, i got goons with me
and you know me, i never slip
my b-tch from the honors, my weed come from cali
and i got some diamonds from elliot
i roll with the fellas and predicates
you was usin’ that work, i was sellin’ it
my body is full of that medicine
baby bottle just to measure it
i got the lean, the lean, the lean, the drugs is makin’ me naseous
i got the keys, the keys, the keys, the keys, i jump in the rari, the doors lift
please watch your step when the sauce drip
i came in the game with some boss sh-t
i came with some hustle n-ggas and a bunch of n-ggas i was runnin’ in stores with (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
n-ggas can hate and they plot
but i know that they focused on takin’ my spot
i’m just focused on makin’ a lot
a week in the trap with a plate and a pot
my flow is just frightening
i bet all the rumors gon’ call and recite it
in the trenches where no one’s invited
i came a long way, gettin’ law from indicted

[chorus: trav]
i was layin’ low from the suit and ties (f-ck n-gga)
they look for my gang for a homicide (baow baow baow, brraow baow baow, baow baow)
count a hundred thousand, n-gga all in fives (lil b-tch, lil b-tch)
this drug game left me traumatized (rich n-gga)
they said make that money, don’t make a change up (f-ck n-gga, lil n-gga, lil n-gga, lil n-gga)
ayy, don’t mak ea change up
they said make that money, don’t make a change up (lil snot-nosed b-tch, lil b-tch, lil b-tch)
ayy, don’t make a change up (rich n-gga, rich n-gga)

[verse 3: blac youngsta]
it change you, and i gotta aim too
took my hitters with me n-gga, hear my k!llers came too
took my lam’ to new york city, my aston, rari came too
you a b-tch, i’m a soldier, i’m a big pistol toter
hold up, wait, pause, slow down, slow down, wait a minute, we gotta shot
i got n-ggas in the penitentiary doin’ a life sentence, free the whole crew, yeah
i’m in the dope boy powder, yeah, i’m in a dope boy rari, yeah
i sold real narcotics, yeah, and i ain’t tell n0body, yeah
i got my heater, i got my lil k!llers with me
and you know i gotta feed ’em
i got my feet up, i’m in the back of the maybach
i got on turk in my peoples
sellin’ them rocks, yeah, i been posted on the block, yeah
i love my n-ggas, ’cause we all we got left

- trav lyrics

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