On the Low
On the low, she say she say she wanna roll wit me yeah
On da block, she say she wanna rock wimmie yeah
Like what u want, Gucci head to toe, for her yeah
I know the plot, and she don't like the opps either yeah
Hop in a Rolls, Royce, cuz she know I got them bands
I roll the dice, always strike a seven
On the low she say wanna roll with me yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
She a redbone
Gave her the number to my cell phone
She hit my line and then all night I be on FaceTime
She tell me slide
Just to eat me up like ribeyes
Eyes on the prize,new whip, with beige insides
No key for da whip, its push start, plus it got da stars n da sky
Just the perfect place to get high
And I tried to land on the moon, with all the bling
But I lied to myself, a king's nothing without a queen
Still I ride by myself, til' I know she'll never leave
I'll be alone to the death of me, if we don't match energy
Say she a freak aye, and she foreign
She so sweet aye, El Salvadorian
(Let's wake and bake bae, n the mornin'
Give u this dick aye, and leave u snorin')
Let's roll da green (Yeah yeah)
While countin up the green
Picture me (Yeah yeah)
Yxung Benji on yuh scene
I got drip bae, but fuck that drip, Uh what I say
I got rank, and you got cake, yeah I'm tryna dive in that wave
You got me on yuh mental, mental
Hop n this lamb, this ain't no rental
On da block, she say she wanna rock wimmie yeah
Like what u want, Gucci head to toe, for her yeah
I know the plot, and she don't like the opps either yeah
Hop in a Rolls, Royce, cuz she know I got them bands
I roll the dice, always strike a seven
On the low she say wanna roll with me yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
She a redbone
Gave her the number to my cell phone
She hit my line and then all night I be on FaceTime
She tell me slide
Just to eat me up like ribeyes
Eyes on the prize,new whip, with beige insides
No key for da whip, its push start, plus it got da stars n da sky
Just the perfect place to get high
And I tried to land on the moon, with all the bling
But I lied to myself, a king's nothing without a queen
Still I ride by myself, til' I know she'll never leave
I'll be alone to the death of me, if we don't match energy
Say she a freak aye, and she foreign
She so sweet aye, El Salvadorian
(Let's wake and bake bae, n the mornin'
Give u this dick aye, and leave u snorin')
Let's roll da green (Yeah yeah)
While countin up the green
Picture me (Yeah yeah)
Yxung Benji on yuh scene
I got drip bae, but fuck that drip, Uh what I say
I got rank, and you got cake, yeah I'm tryna dive in that wave
You got me on yuh mental, mental
Hop n this lamb, this ain't no rental
Credits
Writer(s): Boaz Gray
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