Lord have mercy lyrics

Artist  : Young lay 
Song : 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


[Chorus]
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'

[Chorus]
Lord have mercy