Lowkey
Low key drop another one real quick
Low key pop another one real quick
Low key spark another real quick
Lowkey got a pound down real slick
It's been 3 weeks since I got out of the business
So many crimes I ain't even got a witness
Haters can't see me homie I still got hit list
Watch Karma fuck em up Imma work on my fitness
You know I keep it fresh like a baggie or zip lock
Fuckin up these commas man I'm sellin out the thrift shop
Chillin in the jungle i'm with kichi and flip flop
Climbing up the ladder to the top homie hip hop
I got more bars than the tadmor prison
I don't want your money pay attention just listen
Everything at my disposal I got that kinda Luxury
The whole city puffin purp you know thats because of me
Always chasing paper boi I'm all bout the paper boi
Paper boi paper boi all bout that paper boi
I got 5 strains of bud and 4 strains of shatter
You waitin you a waiter you can serve me on a platter
Camping like eureka on the joint im a camper
She speak another language I can't even understand her (aye)
Low key drop another one real quick
Low key pop another one real quick
Low key spark another real quick
Lowkey got a pound down real slick
I can make the world shake call me shake sphere
When I smoke a doobie homie you can call me bake sphere
A cow with no legs boy I call that ground beef
Santa Cruz shedder boy you know I got that loud keef
Used to suffer soap addiction I think I'm clean now
Sober for a year but im tripping on that lean now
Think I'm like a showel cause I'm ground breaking
All these rappers fucking fake and these pussy niggas hatting
I tried to catch a fog but I mist
Hits from the bong that's certified bliss
All about my business man that's classified shit
Got a PHD in marijuana I'm certified bitch
All my niggas windmills you my big fans
Bitch hella fine yeah she suck me up like quick sand
Under cooked meat boi that's a misteak
420 puns in my motherfuckin mixtape
25 letters but i don't know y
If you got that line then your probably kinda high
I wonder how the ball got bigger then hit me
Started slinging dope when i was motherfucking sixteen
Low key drop another one real quick
Low key pop another one real quick
Low key spark another real quick
Lowkey got a pound down real slick
All my homies wanna chill
Rendezvous all my homies know the drill
They ask me why I do it I just do it for the thrill
Like these youngins every week popin pills cheap thrills
Damn Yeah
You know I do this shit for free
Like smokin weed
I'm bout to count up all my cheese
I run the scene like Mr. Greene
I got the key I keep it G
Hit the chi I That super cream
Yeah
I get so fucking high but I'm tryna keep it lowkey
Used to move quite a lotta bud by the oz
People taking trash but they don't even know me
Really they don't even know me
I lost 2 pounds and it happened
Talkin bout bud when rappin
I'm 22 and trappin
I get Pussy you be fappin
Jack sparrow I'm the captain
My Homie chidu be lapsin
Vendor Be shippin no trcak ah
Al these racks I be rackin woah
I just pulled up at drops
Boys they be fuckin with cops
Like the be fuckin with props
Munchies I go to the shop
Munchies I go to the shop
Homie be dropping the top
Munchies i go to the shop (boom)
Low key pop another one real quick
Low key spark another real quick
Lowkey got a pound down real slick
It's been 3 weeks since I got out of the business
So many crimes I ain't even got a witness
Haters can't see me homie I still got hit list
Watch Karma fuck em up Imma work on my fitness
You know I keep it fresh like a baggie or zip lock
Fuckin up these commas man I'm sellin out the thrift shop
Chillin in the jungle i'm with kichi and flip flop
Climbing up the ladder to the top homie hip hop
I got more bars than the tadmor prison
I don't want your money pay attention just listen
Everything at my disposal I got that kinda Luxury
The whole city puffin purp you know thats because of me
Always chasing paper boi I'm all bout the paper boi
Paper boi paper boi all bout that paper boi
I got 5 strains of bud and 4 strains of shatter
You waitin you a waiter you can serve me on a platter
Camping like eureka on the joint im a camper
She speak another language I can't even understand her (aye)
Low key drop another one real quick
Low key pop another one real quick
Low key spark another real quick
Lowkey got a pound down real slick
I can make the world shake call me shake sphere
When I smoke a doobie homie you can call me bake sphere
A cow with no legs boy I call that ground beef
Santa Cruz shedder boy you know I got that loud keef
Used to suffer soap addiction I think I'm clean now
Sober for a year but im tripping on that lean now
Think I'm like a showel cause I'm ground breaking
All these rappers fucking fake and these pussy niggas hatting
I tried to catch a fog but I mist
Hits from the bong that's certified bliss
All about my business man that's classified shit
Got a PHD in marijuana I'm certified bitch
All my niggas windmills you my big fans
Bitch hella fine yeah she suck me up like quick sand
Under cooked meat boi that's a misteak
420 puns in my motherfuckin mixtape
25 letters but i don't know y
If you got that line then your probably kinda high
I wonder how the ball got bigger then hit me
Started slinging dope when i was motherfucking sixteen
Low key drop another one real quick
Low key pop another one real quick
Low key spark another real quick
Lowkey got a pound down real slick
All my homies wanna chill
Rendezvous all my homies know the drill
They ask me why I do it I just do it for the thrill
Like these youngins every week popin pills cheap thrills
Damn Yeah
You know I do this shit for free
Like smokin weed
I'm bout to count up all my cheese
I run the scene like Mr. Greene
I got the key I keep it G
Hit the chi I That super cream
Yeah
I get so fucking high but I'm tryna keep it lowkey
Used to move quite a lotta bud by the oz
People taking trash but they don't even know me
Really they don't even know me
I lost 2 pounds and it happened
Talkin bout bud when rappin
I'm 22 and trappin
I get Pussy you be fappin
Jack sparrow I'm the captain
My Homie chidu be lapsin
Vendor Be shippin no trcak ah
Al these racks I be rackin woah
I just pulled up at drops
Boys they be fuckin with cops
Like the be fuckin with props
Munchies I go to the shop
Munchies I go to the shop
Homie be dropping the top
Munchies i go to the shop (boom)
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Akinfenwa Donus, Kevin Akpewe, Humby, Brandon De Jesus Lopez Orozco, Emmanuel Nwosu, Keith Bykoff, Dj Dari
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