Lord Have Mercy

(Young Lay)

Lord have mercy young I didn't want to spill him

I only wanted his loot but I had to shoot'em

As soon as he stopped I turned around and locked the door

He reached for his gat to get the pouring like bleach

When I split splat

And no misses jack I'm down on this sailor

Cudees in the lowest cuz hit'em with one and now they was

They tried to milk me so quick to spill a slug

Cudees seen the spray and remain and say lay you six as fuck

You know what's up

And yea you know the deal there go them niggas that tried to fandangle this

And let's untangle this six set loc'est style black n dangerous

They never knew about my crew and how we came to this

Slapping niggas over the head with a gang of shit

To gain respect got a tec hollering it's the set

I constantly sweat where they might be coming fast

Cudees some money a fifth of Remi and some funny zags

Left fast cuz it was shiesty counted the cash

Dropped the bitches by the spot g

Paper ain't nuthin to have you stanking up on your belly

Flying high as a kite I catch you necking nigga

That is what your life is.

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Lord have mercy

(Young Lay)

Hilling remains dealing phat living off the caine

Even got your gat whole crew stacks pack a mack

Cold a keys and just what happened

Young joeski and now he sewing up his whole street

Lounge with me and get you spot six set mack

Tell you on the strip with gat and don't want to get jack

It's in his arms I'm not calm

The rollers our on our dick punk bitches know we got it going on

It's in my hood I got love I told my homie run

Because the rollers might be coming bounce

And even though they saw you bounce

And even though your going down toss that g that caught an ounce

Ruffed and cuffed him and now their going to rush me

Shit

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Lord have mercy

(Young Lay)

Hoot'em till he cries take his loot and ride

Who will be doing this shit in the mind of a lunatic

I came a cross a lot of homies that were nice guys

And some of these nice guys are jacking in good disguise

And heck a melling g'z often crosses jealousy

And enough off debating they got you hating from the start

Just like that broken heart got homie leading to another fantasy

Like showing them cops like where we lounge at and where we be

Now when they see me they post up and explore the turf g'

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Lord have mercy