Lowlife
Ayy, can you tell Charlie come turn this light off right here?
Ayy, ayy take the Reverb off
No Echo no Reverb
Alright yeah, alright there we go
Ayy, I got propane in my APCs
I know all about my plug, he's a Lowlife
I know all about my bitch, she's a Lowlife
I know all about myself, I'm one of them
Don't cross the street when you see 'em boys, I ain't run with them
Fuckin' finessed the ride bouncer, "I ain't come with them." ayy
Ayy, I am hovering, Xanax and downin' substances, ayy
Keep tryna stop withdrawal driving through my stomach, man
Been anti-public, man
High while I made Alternative Trap, on my brothers
And, my heir tryna get my homie back up on his block again
Free Paris, if he stabbed you in the back I carved the knife for him
Ayy, ayy, man that's fucked up
I'm facing 'Woods, chasin' stains, it's me Javon, and Sawbuck
Tell him how I "Love her", new bitch like every five months
This gang, gang, baby, do the same thing, baby
I'm Curt Henning, perfect watchu' sayin' Plain Janey?
Bitch, I'm Bossy, boy I'm gang, when I'm talking to you
Girl, these drugs don't feel the same when I bought 'em for you
I'll school all up in your ear, but you ain't gon' owe me shit, boo
Girl, these drugs don't feel the same when I bought 'em for you
Oh, you heard about my tactics? Well I got a new playbook
Vibrating the groupchat, hopin' yo' ass stay shook
56 in they boof pack, I think my face go
Hit my peek already, man, I'm think I just gon' stay, ho
I might find myself stuck in my head
And I might find myself lying, sayin', "It's alright."
And you might find myself stuck in your head
Doin' whatever to get high, I'm a Lowlife
Hey
I'm a Lowlife, ayy
Ayy, I'm coolin' wit' some lowlifes, ayy, man
Man, man, man
Ayy, look
I might just go and- go and rob a bank today
I might Superman this bitch, and Bape towel the cape
I have just gone by myself myself and gained mistakes
And I'm a selfish guy, delete yo' Instagram bae
And I'm still out West, good off south, when it matter
Wicker Park Legend on rooftops, off ladders
Pound sign: bitch, I am that boy
Y'all, he got a Quarterpound, take him down my cheese royal, yuh
Pussy, 100 and 12 duckin', rail runnin'
Nunu pack, Skateman, lookin' Lauren London
And check yo' homie dawg, he talkin' till it's leave you
Check yo homie dawg he talkin' to his sleeve too
Like
I might find myself stuck in my head
I might find myself sayin', "It's alright."
And you might find myself stuck in your head
Doin' whatever to get high, I'm a Lowlife
Yep, I'm a Lowlife
I'm blacked-out with some Lowlife
Lowlife, ayy
Ayy, ayy take the Reverb off
No Echo no Reverb
Alright yeah, alright there we go
Ayy, I got propane in my APCs
I know all about my plug, he's a Lowlife
I know all about my bitch, she's a Lowlife
I know all about myself, I'm one of them
Don't cross the street when you see 'em boys, I ain't run with them
Fuckin' finessed the ride bouncer, "I ain't come with them." ayy
Ayy, I am hovering, Xanax and downin' substances, ayy
Keep tryna stop withdrawal driving through my stomach, man
Been anti-public, man
High while I made Alternative Trap, on my brothers
And, my heir tryna get my homie back up on his block again
Free Paris, if he stabbed you in the back I carved the knife for him
Ayy, ayy, man that's fucked up
I'm facing 'Woods, chasin' stains, it's me Javon, and Sawbuck
Tell him how I "Love her", new bitch like every five months
This gang, gang, baby, do the same thing, baby
I'm Curt Henning, perfect watchu' sayin' Plain Janey?
Bitch, I'm Bossy, boy I'm gang, when I'm talking to you
Girl, these drugs don't feel the same when I bought 'em for you
I'll school all up in your ear, but you ain't gon' owe me shit, boo
Girl, these drugs don't feel the same when I bought 'em for you
Oh, you heard about my tactics? Well I got a new playbook
Vibrating the groupchat, hopin' yo' ass stay shook
56 in they boof pack, I think my face go
Hit my peek already, man, I'm think I just gon' stay, ho
I might find myself stuck in my head
And I might find myself lying, sayin', "It's alright."
And you might find myself stuck in your head
Doin' whatever to get high, I'm a Lowlife
Hey
I'm a Lowlife, ayy
Ayy, I'm coolin' wit' some lowlifes, ayy, man
Man, man, man
Ayy, look
I might just go and- go and rob a bank today
I might Superman this bitch, and Bape towel the cape
I have just gone by myself myself and gained mistakes
And I'm a selfish guy, delete yo' Instagram bae
And I'm still out West, good off south, when it matter
Wicker Park Legend on rooftops, off ladders
Pound sign: bitch, I am that boy
Y'all, he got a Quarterpound, take him down my cheese royal, yuh
Pussy, 100 and 12 duckin', rail runnin'
Nunu pack, Skateman, lookin' Lauren London
And check yo' homie dawg, he talkin' till it's leave you
Check yo homie dawg he talkin' to his sleeve too
Like
I might find myself stuck in my head
I might find myself sayin', "It's alright."
And you might find myself stuck in your head
Doin' whatever to get high, I'm a Lowlife
Yep, I'm a Lowlife
I'm blacked-out with some Lowlife
Lowlife, ayy
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Writer(s): Lucki Camel Jr.
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