Laying Low (Cooking Up) - Sean Leon

Whippin' up, yeah, ask me what I’m doing

I been laying low and whippin' up

Laying low, whippin' up, ask me what I’m doing

I been laying low and whippin' up

Laying low, cooking up, yeah

Laying low, laying low and cooking up

Laying low and whippin' up, yeah

Laying low, laying low and whippin' up

Taking checks is fuckin' up my creditor

I been dead so much at least the VISA debit up

I don’t stress it, I won’t let it get to us

Flexing with my next of kins and working like a Mexican

And I’ve been cuttin' ties and cashin' cheques (cashin' cheques!)

With the same hands that been duckin' all your texts, yeah

I got too much pride to let it rest (let it rest!)

Too much pride for second best

Too much pride to second guess

Heard you niggas hating on the set (on the set!)

Hating 'cause I’m next, yeah

A chain is cool to cop but more important is lawyer fee’s

Yeah, and more important is loyalty

Yeah, my paranoia is paranormal, my mind is clear as oil

Paranoid, paranormal shit is the norm for me

But fuckin' this model is fuckin' me morally

Women want more, they want a war with me

Your main bitch on the fence, yeah, yeah

Tryna hit a lick, yeah, yeah

Its why she on the dick, yeah, yeah

She heard I’m getting rich, yeah, yeah

Now we in the mix, yeah, yeah

Hell’s in the mix, yeah, yeah

Whippin' with the wrist, yeah, yeah

Whippin' getting rich, yeah, yeah

Whippin' up, yeah, ask me what I’m doing

I been laying low and whippin' up

Laying low, whippin' up, ask me what I’m doing

I been laying low and whippin' up

Laying low, cooking up, yeah

Laying low, laying low and cooking up

Laying low and whippin' up, yeah

Laying low, laying low and whippin' up

You stop to smell the flowers when your Sean cause

I’ll never get these flowers when I’m gone

It’s been wild for awhile I need some calm

Two feet on the ground, facing the storm

The devil’s got a hold

With this shovel I dug a hell of a hole

I’m in trouble, I’m in a hell of a hole

For heaven’s sake to give the devil your soul

Give the devil your soul

Your main bitch on the fence, yeah, yeah

Tryna hit a lick, yeah, yeah

Its why she on the dick, yeah, yeah

She heard I’m getting rich, yeah, yeah

Now we in the mix, yeah, yeah

Hell’s in the mix, yeah, yeah

Whippin' with the wrist, yeah, yeah

Whippin' getting rich, yeah, yeah

Whippin' up, yeah, ask me what I’m doing

I been laying low and whippin' up

Laying low, whippin' up, ask me what I’m doing

I been laying low and whippin' up

Laying low, cooking up, yeah

Laying low, laying low and cooking up

Laying low and whippin' up, yeah

Laying low, laying low and whippin' up