CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Layover
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah
I'm in this b*t*h smoking dope right now
I'm in this b*t*h high as f**k right now, n***a
Bad b*t*h asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover
Bad b*t*h 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 b*t*h, ain't no way I'ma play with her
Rick Owens drip, b*t*h, I'm rocking layers
Designer fashion, yes, I keep it player
Damn, this ho playing
I gotta go, lil' b*t*h, I'll see you later
YSL jeans and they holdin' my paper
Why do these n***as be asking for favors?
And this ho keep calling, I guess that she think a young n***a 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, b*t*h
My bro got an AR-15 on his back, b*t*h
I hit these hoes back to back just like backpage
And I'm in the back of the trap smokin' cat p*ss
Early morning, b*t*h, I'm breaking the bank
And if you talking racks, well I'm upping dogsh*t
I swear this life that I'm livin' so awesome
I come through, I'm fly, got your b*t*h just like, "Aw sh*t"
Rick Owens kicks how I step over dog sh*t
All-black drip coming through like a poltergeist
Don't ask me 'bout sh*t 'cause I swear I don't know them guys
You can get what you want, lil' b*t*h, just gotta close your eyes
I'm smoking dope in the whip, b*t*h, I'm uber high
I just copped some new kicks and I swear that they stupid fire
F**k 12, this revolution is televised
I'm plugged in, lil' b*t*h, my dripping is digitized
Bad b*t*h 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 b*t*h, ain't no way I'ma play with her
Rick Owens drip, b*t*h, I'm rocking layers
Designer fashion, yes, I keep it player
Damn, this ho playing
I gotta go, lil' b*t*h, I'll see you later
YSL jeans and they holdin' my paper
Why do these n***as be asking for favors?
And this ho keep calling, I guess that she think a young n***a 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
B*t*h, I'm getting paid, give a f**k 'bout a hater
And them blue hundreds shocked that lil' b*t*h like a taser
And them blue hundreds shocked that lil' b*t*h like a taser
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(No stylist)
Bad b*t*h asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover
Yeah
I'm in this b*t*h smoking dope right now
I'm in this b*t*h high as f**k right now, n***a
Bad b*t*h asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover
Bad b*t*h 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 b*t*h, ain't no way I'ma play with her
Rick Owens drip, b*t*h, I'm rocking layers
Designer fashion, yes, I keep it player
Damn, this ho playing
I gotta go, lil' b*t*h, I'll see you later
YSL jeans and they holdin' my paper
Why do these n***as be asking for favors?
And this ho keep calling, I guess that she think a young n***a 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, b*t*h
My bro got an AR-15 on his back, b*t*h
I hit these hoes back to back just like backpage
And I'm in the back of the trap smokin' cat p*ss
Early morning, b*t*h, I'm breaking the bank
And if you talking racks, well I'm upping dogsh*t
I swear this life that I'm livin' so awesome
I come through, I'm fly, got your b*t*h just like, "Aw sh*t"
Rick Owens kicks how I step over dog sh*t
All-black drip coming through like a poltergeist
Don't ask me 'bout sh*t 'cause I swear I don't know them guys
You can get what you want, lil' b*t*h, just gotta close your eyes
I'm smoking dope in the whip, b*t*h, I'm uber high
I just copped some new kicks and I swear that they stupid fire
F**k 12, this revolution is televised
I'm plugged in, lil' b*t*h, my dripping is digitized
Bad b*t*h 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 b*t*h, ain't no way I'ma play with her
Rick Owens drip, b*t*h, I'm rocking layers
Designer fashion, yes, I keep it player
Damn, this ho playing
I gotta go, lil' b*t*h, I'll see you later
YSL jeans and they holdin' my paper
Why do these n***as be asking for favors?
And this ho keep calling, I guess that she think a young n***a 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
B*t*h, I'm getting paid, give a f**k 'bout a hater
And them blue hundreds shocked that lil' b*t*h like a taser
And them blue hundreds shocked that lil' b*t*h like a taser
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(No stylist)
Bad b*t*h asking, "Can I stay over?"
Non-stop flight, I don't do the layover
