Lay Low by Karoshi Tarantino Lyrics
[Hook: Karoshi Tarantino]
I wanna lay low
Talking down, give him a halo
She do whatever I say so
I been counting up all these pesos
I wanna lay low
Talking down, give him a halo
She do whatever I say so
I been counting up all these pesos
[Verse 1: Colin Khors & Karoshi Tarantino ]
She said to lay low
Shorty got all of that cake though
Twin Glocks, they make you a dancer
I got all the sauce like Prego
I been counting all this money on the low low
Writing all these songs got me seeing halos
Feel like all these legends dying way too young
Better watch your bitch 'cause she finna get stung
She wine up that bumpa and put it on me
I'm not a gangsta, I'm not from the streets
That bitch a vegan but she love the meat
Drip on my body, my head to my feet
To make it off rapping, I had my defeats
Sugar Hill but I'm valid in the streets
She suck that dick like that shit was a treat
Presley a killer, he murdered the beat
Presley a killer, he murdered the beat
Running up these bands since 2013
Yeah I'm new to the game but your bitch know me
Got his dick sucked but that bitch was 13
We ain't dropping names but we killing the beat
Killing these flows while I open your show
I done met 'Roshi a few months ago
Now we on top and we both finna blow
[Hook: Karoshi Tarantino]
I wanna lay low
Talking down, give him a halo
She do whatever I say so
I been counting up all these pesos
I wanna lay low
Talking down, give him a halo
She do whatever I say so
I been counting up all these pesos
[Verse 2: Karoshi Tarantino]
I know some niggas that came from the gutter
Ten toes down, bitch I ride for my brothers
Tell that lil bitch just to slide me her number
I run up bands so they call me a runner
I got a big stick just like I'm a hunter
No birdman but I'm a 5 star stunna
Wunna Flow, Wunna Flow, shoutout to Gunna
Told me to quit but I don't think I wanna
I know they want me to lose
Nah, Nah, Nah
I know they want me to choose
Nah, Nah, Nah
Imma be counting these blues
Yah, Yah, Yah
Got a bad bitch and she in Prada-da
Shorty come through, we can go on vacation
Point at the map and just pick a location
I know you got niggas that's in rotation
I'll treat you special for every occasion
Niggas be hating but I do not listen
Shorty I'm Jordan, can you be my Pippen?
Shorty so fine that I think I might risk it
The thing we had I know I always miss it
I know your last nigga he was a loser
I really want you but you is a chooser
And I don't rock with niggas that's abusers
She is so fine and I don't wanna lose her
I wanna lay low
Talking down, give him a halo
She do whatever I say so
I been counting up all these pesos
I wanna lay low
Talking down, give him a halo
She do whatever I say so
I been counting up all these pesos
[Verse 1: Colin Khors & Karoshi Tarantino ]
She said to lay low
Shorty got all of that cake though
Twin Glocks, they make you a dancer
I got all the sauce like Prego
I been counting all this money on the low low
Writing all these songs got me seeing halos
Feel like all these legends dying way too young
Better watch your bitch 'cause she finna get stung
She wine up that bumpa and put it on me
I'm not a gangsta, I'm not from the streets
That bitch a vegan but she love the meat
Drip on my body, my head to my feet
To make it off rapping, I had my defeats
Sugar Hill but I'm valid in the streets
She suck that dick like that shit was a treat
Presley a killer, he murdered the beat
Presley a killer, he murdered the beat
Running up these bands since 2013
Yeah I'm new to the game but your bitch know me
Got his dick sucked but that bitch was 13
We ain't dropping names but we killing the beat
Killing these flows while I open your show
I done met 'Roshi a few months ago
Now we on top and we both finna blow
[Hook: Karoshi Tarantino]
I wanna lay low
Talking down, give him a halo
She do whatever I say so
I been counting up all these pesos
I wanna lay low
Talking down, give him a halo
She do whatever I say so
I been counting up all these pesos
[Verse 2: Karoshi Tarantino]
I know some niggas that came from the gutter
Ten toes down, bitch I ride for my brothers
Tell that lil bitch just to slide me her number
I run up bands so they call me a runner
I got a big stick just like I'm a hunter
No birdman but I'm a 5 star stunna
Wunna Flow, Wunna Flow, shoutout to Gunna
Told me to quit but I don't think I wanna
I know they want me to lose
Nah, Nah, Nah
I know they want me to choose
Nah, Nah, Nah
Imma be counting these blues
Yah, Yah, Yah
Got a bad bitch and she in Prada-da
Shorty come through, we can go on vacation
Point at the map and just pick a location
I know you got niggas that's in rotation
I'll treat you special for every occasion
Niggas be hating but I do not listen
Shorty I'm Jordan, can you be my Pippen?
Shorty so fine that I think I might risk it
The thing we had I know I always miss it
I know your last nigga he was a loser
I really want you but you is a chooser
And I don't rock with niggas that's abusers
She is so fine and I don't wanna lose her