[Verse 1]
Do you wan' die or not?
Is you gon’ ride or not?
She said my car tight, like tied knot
Top Kid, we at the top
Birds of a feather, they flock
Pop out with 7.62, and we mop
What did you heard? I'm finna spend a lil' band when I walk in the spot
Birds of a feather, they flock
Floppy dirty, I’m goin' to fly
He spin over here and we hittin' his head
Can't find Tech then we goin' to Wock'
We goin' fair, bitch, goin' to war, we in the spot, everybody drop
Me and Ben Franklin built a rapport, all that broke shit gotta stop

[Chorus]
Fuck n***a, lay low
Fuck n***a, lay low
Fuck n***a, lay low
Fuck n***a, lay low, n***a, lay low
Fuck n***a, lay low

[Verse 2]
We got his head hit, hit with that Draco
She said my car tight, like tied knot (Fuck n***a, lay low)
She said I’m her type, I be like, "I’m not"
She wanna go on a flight (Fuck n***a, lay low)
She plannin' to give me top, top, top (Fuck n***a, lay low)
[Outro]
Top, top, top (Fuck n***a, lay low)
Top, top, top (Fuck n***a, lay low)
Top, top, top (Fuck n***a, lay low)
Top, top, top
Top, top, top, top (Fuck n***a, lay low)
Top, top, top, top (Fuck n***a, lay low)
Top, top, top, top
Top, top, top, top