Laying Low

By Young Extendo

Released on August 22, 2017

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[Intro: Young Extendo]

What up, it's that Young Extendo

AKA Finesquik


[Chorus: Young Extendo]

I stack my money like Tetris, ayy

I whip it 'round I'm so reckless, ayy

You know that I am the freshest, ayy

Hundred thou' all on my necklace, ayy

My shawty cookin' like breakfast, ayy

You know that I got them weapons, ayy

You know that I got the Draco, ayy

My shooters go when I say go

They leave 'em dead with a halo

I gotta do this so they know

I gotta do this so they know

I gotta do this so I know

I do no mess 'round with five-o

Pockets so fat they need lypo

And I got leave you a sidenote

Yeah, my ex girl, she a psycho


[Verse 1: Yip Yip]

Yip Yip with neat flip

Yip Yip with the ranch dip

You salty like a chip chip

Kick flip on the RipStik

Yeah, I'm dabbin' with a wrist flick

Don't cry watchin' chick flicks

Gotta hit 'em with the pick-six

Rolex go tick tick

No Tic Tac, no six pack

I say what I want when I rap, yeah

Say what I want on the track, yeah

I might got shop at the Gap

Ex girl got a long nose

Might as well be Pinnochio

Clout God and Godzilla are chillin' out in Tokyo

Cookin' up some bangers with Extendo in the studio

Make a girl choke harder than the team that had Julio


[Bridge: Yip Yip, Young Extendo]

Cookin' heat with Extendo

I'm with Yip Yip and we whip it slow

Other rappers gettin' high but I'm layin' low

Now let's get back to the sick flow


[Chorus: Young Extendo]

I stack my money like Tetris, ayy

I whip it 'round I'm so reckless, ayy

You know that I am the freshest, ayy

Hundred thou' all on my necklace, ayy

My shawty cookin' like breakfast, ayy

You know that I got them weapons, ayy

You know that I got the Draco, ayy

My shooters go when I say go


[Verse 2: Kuma]

Yeah it's Kuma, I'm the OG

Dad left, now I'm lonely

These hoes, they can't hold me

That's why I left Codi

Takin' shots like Kolby

Wrist heavy, got a Roly

My rhymes are so up

That my bars lookin' holy, ayy

I don't like to pretend, ayy

Text your girl, I hit send, ayy

Text me back quick, leave like Patrick

For me and her this is the end, ayy

Extra salty, not again, ayy

Now I'm whippin' in the Benz, ayy

So dramatic, it's automatic

So I'ma treat her like a friend, ayy