Layup Like Filayyy (feat. DJ Swift & K.Love) Video (MV)

Hot, coming like a knife through butter
One night only cuz I cannot be your lover
Realist nigga living and I put that on my mother
Sight on, lyrics bite, huh, like no other

Bite huh? Like no other
Niggas can't find me cuz I'm always undercover
Can't f*ck you then I guess I'll f*ck your mother
Won't catch me under covers, but I'll f*ck you like no other

All white suit like I'm allergic to some colors
Call me Bane cause I made it out the gutter
I don't get tired, imma need another rubber
Last name Love, but I cannot be your lover

First name Lightskin, last name Legend
Don't need a side piece, already got seven
Three oh three, nine oh one, coming 'round the
Mothaf*ckin country cuz I ain't done

These women they'll get you
Have to break 'em off but it's no issue
Told 'em no crying cuz I don't got no tissue
Baby I'll f*ck you but I'll never kiss you

I'm the nice guy but if you leave, I won't miss you
Imma slow it down, imma tell you how I'm gentle
I'm the type of guy that will open up your door
If I invest in a woman, then you know she ain't no whore
I'll kiss but I won't tell
Keep your secrets on the shelf
I'm a whole gentleman, I don't need stories just to spill

Layup like filayyy, yuh, I don't need a bae, uh
Swag surfin' on my ocean, you can't ride my wave, huh
These hoes can't be saved, yeah, and I don't have no faves, yeah
Time is money, talk is cheap, these hoes ain't getting paid, yeah

F*ck the soft shit cuz imma go hard, bitch
Ain't worried bout yo nigga, you done fell in love with a boss chic
I'm just like Rick Ross but I'll jump jump you like Criss Cross bitch
Take you to the mall, spending checks, I'll blow it all chic

I ain't got all the paper yet, I'm just in college
The D out this world, K. Love a young martian
I'm cooking with the sauce, baby, I just got my letters
Big man on campus, I ain't seen nothing better

Rapping my escape, and I feel like a mothaf*cking felon when I'm running through these beats
F*cking on these hoes like a game, and I'm running up the score, like I signed a ten day with the Heat
Your friends gon' be telling, and you gon' be yelling, cuz I had to buy what that pussy was selling
Shoutout to Offset but I had to Takeoff, cuz I'm the Fresh Prince like I'm living in Bel-Air
Big shoes, too big to fill, don't keep quiet, give me the spill
I might break your heart now, but in time, all wounds heal