Intro (Free Lowkey)

Hmm
Mhmmm
It's so EASY

It's a done deal, high tech gon crack the seal
In the coupe grippin on the wheel on the E-Way trippin off a pill
Call me Meek, I just need a mill
Ran it up on my own Ion need a deal
No trust in y'all I can't tell what's real
Na
Back at it 5 grams in my wood I'm stuck in traffic
Bad bitch face glued to my lap doin dat gawk shit all on my sack
Hold on girl lemme drop off this pack
Phone on DND, won't call back
On they necks ian cuttin no slack
Wop in the building you know it's racks on me
Stack of blues I won't ever get lonely
Hop on my dick, she ride like a pony
Slippin slidin, watch out for the police
Keep it a hunnit ain't never been phony
Claim dat you trappin I know that's baloney
Real trapper flexed up like I'm Tony
Fuck the laws man they gotta free LOWKEY
I swear that's my brudda
Too lyrical, glock left em holy could say he spiritual
Gettin money that's my only ritual
4 Time felon yea I'm habitual
Slangin bags ima need my residual
Summer time still a cold individual
Made it out swear this shit is a miracle
Streets hottest swear my verses is biblical

No hook no nun bars
Ezmoney Wop
You know this Pro Money
Let's go

Don't play with my money Smokey, put that fire on ya if you wanna provoke me
Went to prison swear it could've broke me but I'm 10 toes if you haven't noticed
Droppin these tracks let the hoes promote it
Way too much dick now she over dosin
Fuck shit no I don't condone it, always chasin paper yea I been devoted
Wait... stop... bet I'm reloaded
She do too much trippin she get demoted
Crown on my head I know God bestowed it
Keep on shinin they can't control it
Knew this shit was coming, I been spoke it
My presence a present yea ima gift, in the rental blowin gas tryin not to drift
If she come to my spot, she gettin hit
If the bitch ain't my gal she ain't gettin kissed
Tried to get me but the nigga missed, popped his ass like a jigga ain't that a twist
Signed to the trap I could not resist, hit my line for a gram you gon get dismissed
Wit a fake nigga can't coexist, think I'm slangin rocks how I work my wrist
Finna clock out like the end of shift, ain't gon say too much more know you get the jist
Ate me up, went and caught a Lyft I ain't finna lay up you silly bitch
Ion care bout nun but gettin rich
Married to the money ain't need a hitch
Mouth sealed no I never been a snitch, catch one leave his ass in a ditch
Struck em out, like I threw em a pitch
Solid nigga won't fold won't switch
Cold as hell like I'm fresh out the fridge, niggas changed up but it is what it is
Bitches flockin tryna trap me wit kids, it's quiet as fuck you can burn that bridge...

Yea naw
It's so easyyyy



Credits
Writer(s): Evan Thomas
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