CHILLINIT | Laying Low Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics

Song Scale: C# Minor

Signature BPM: 4/4

Metronome: 108

Strumming Pattern: DU,DU,DU,DU

 (Intro)

 C#m G# C#m G# 

              C#m G# 

 I be layin’ low

              C#m G#

 I be layin’ low

              C#m G#

 I be layin’ low

 (Chorus)

              C#m                         G#

 I be layin’ low, tryna double up my fee

                 C#m                     G#

 All I really know’s no love for the police

                   C#m                         G#

 Trust me, all my bros still hustle in the streets

                         C#m                       G#

 So you better know the go if you gon’ fuck with me

                  C#m                            G#

 Try and make it grow like the money on the tree

                 C#m                         G#

 Brother got the O, then he cut it into three

                   C#m                        G#

 I just got back home from my charges overseas

                          C#m                          G#

 Now I’m back up on the road with the duffel of the weed

  G#                    C#m

 Brother, you know who I

 Verse 1

  C#m                        G#

 Get in the taxi, mix the sesh with the baccy

              C#m                               G#

 And then I give her satisfaction like I’m Benny Benassi

                C#m                        G#

 I’m heavily active, I’m ’bout to go do ten for a cashie

                 C#m                           G#

 So if you’re tryna get the Cali then you better get at me

            C#m                  G#

 I got the packs, devour any man

                C#m                     G#

 I just took a Xan, 13 hours till I land

                 C#m                           G#

 Nah, I ain’t Drake, but the power’s in my hand

                 C#m                         G#                       C#m

 This is God’s plan, you couldn’t understand, I’m the ma’fuckin’, argh

                    G#

 Play your cards right like Yu-Gi-Oh!

 C#m                  G#

 It not what you know, bruh, it’s who you know

  C#m             G#

 Shout to my dealer out in Spain

        C#m                            G#

 I don’t even know his name, so fuck it, we call him Julio

 C#m                G#

 Got this girl touching her toes

         C#m                              G#

 I’m fuckin’ a ho, the bubble butt, we fuck her and go

       C#m                                G#

 No cuddlin’ though, we tryna get the funds on the go

           C#m                             G#

 We ain’t no ordinary people like we Bugzy Malone

 C#m               G#                C#m

 If she wants a flight: business class

                     G#

 We don’t check the price: business cards

  C#m                        G#

 People wonder why they ain’t blowing up

               C#m                         G#

 ‘Cause they focused on the money and sluts and the business last

 C#m                G#

 Cocaina got me ready to blow

           C#m                      G#

 The bag’s rocky like Sylvester Stallone

   G#                    C#m                             G#

 So fuck tryna get the Gucci, that be stupid, I’ll invest in a home

              C#m                         G#

 And keep my billy in the car ’cause I sesh on the go, like

 (Chorus)

  C#m              G#

 Doubled up the fee

               C#m                          G#

 All I really know’s no love for the police

                    C#m                         G#

 Trust me, all my bros still hustle in the streets

                         C#m                      G#

 So you better know the go if you gon’ fuck with me

                   C#m                           G#

 Try and make it grow like the money on the tree

                 C#m                        G#

 Brother got the O, then he cut it into three

                   C#m                     G#

 I just got back home from my charges overseas

                          C#m                           G#

 Now I’m back up on the road with the duffel of the weed

                    C#m                      G#

 ‘Cause I be layin low, tryna double up my fee

                C#m                       G#

 All I really know’s no love for the police

                   C#m                          G#

 Trust me, all my bros still hustle in the streets

                        C#m                          G#

 So you better know the go if you gon’ fuck with me

                   C#m                        G#

 Try and make it grow like the money on the tree

                 C#m                           G#

 Brother got the O, then he cut it into three

                  C#m                         G#

 I just got back home from my charges overseas

                         C#m                            G#

 Now I’m back up on the road with the duffel of the weed

                      C#m

 Brother, you know who I

 [INSTRUMENTAL] 

 C#m G# C#m G#   C#m G# C#m G# 

 (Verse-2)

  C#m                     G#                     C#m

 Will Smith on the rhythm, the way we switch blaze

 C#m              G#

 Switchblade, cuttin’ up for six days

  C#m                G#

 Six bottles of liquor and six thick babes

  C#m             G#

 . of the canny up where the crib stay

 C#m            G#

 Impossible missions like I was Ving Rhames (Vring vring)

  C#m         G#               C#m

 Versace, we rock a thick chain

  C#m                 G#                       C#m

 Only rock with the women that like a big Range

 C#m                                G#

 Thicker than a Snicker, I super freak it like Rick James

 [OUTRO]

 C#m   G#                         C#m     G#

 I super freak it like Rick James, argh

  G#                          C#m G# C#m G#

 I super freak it like Rick James

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