On the Low (feat. KHALIL CBG & Kyyezer Soze)
Yeah, I don't even know what you're thinking about all the situations
And I'm back now
You know the gang, don't you ever forget it
She giving me head, while she giving you headaches
Dissecting the beat and I feel like a medic
And I hold them racks down
Sipping Hibiki, ain't mixed with no beverage
Laughing at my jokes, had me feeling like Cedric
Still shawty so fine, made me miss my exit
But back to these rhymes, you know where we headed
Flight from Atlanta, you know I'm in Texas
Might slide down the Florida Miami or Destin
But, sometimes the way you thinking is perplexing
Still stuck in the past, gave you hundreds of presents
I might spend on your block, you ignoring my message
Thought we fit together like it was Tetris (Like it was Tetris)
Still I'm so thrown
I'm trying to figure out the pieces to reach these goals
Know the hate gon' still unfold
Always tripping bout my hoes
But don't know that on the low
On the low, yeah
On the low, yeah
Think you should know that I know what you did last summer
Smoking and drinking, acting like someone else
Thought that this shit was for life but the codeine's the only thing with the consistency
I get the bread, count the cheddar and I keep it loaded in case he want any beef
I got a whole lot of enemies
I got a whole lot of hollow tips
I got a whole lot of dick for these bitches
She said that it's too much to swallow it
I made that pussy cry
I do not have time for sorrowing, cause I don't know what tomorrow is
I'm the type to turn a whole turkey bag
Into a bag of the breesh
She the type to get a whole Birkin bag
And still ride the one with the C's
That is the reason I can't wife these hoes
Perkys and Xannies inside of the nose
I told her won't you come over
Make you come over and over
Mmmmm
Making it dirty but nothing is dirty my soda
If fucking bitches was a job
I would've been reached the quota
And I'm back now
You know the gang, don't you ever forget it
She giving me head, while she giving you headaches
Dissecting the beat and I feel like a medic
And I hold them racks down
Sipping Hibiki, ain't mixed with no beverage
Laughing at my jokes, had me feeling like Cedric
Still shawty so fine, made me miss my exit
But back to these rhymes, you know where we headed
Flight from Atlanta, you know I'm in Texas
Might slide down the Florida Miami or Destin
But, sometimes the way you thinking is perplexing
Still stuck in the past, gave you hundreds of presents
I might spend on your block, you ignoring my message
Thought we fit together like it was Tetris (Like it was Tetris)
Still I'm so thrown
I'm trying to figure out the pieces to reach these goals
Know the hate gon' still unfold
Always tripping bout my hoes
But don't know that on the low
On the low, yeah
On the low, yeah
Think you should know that I know what you did last summer
Smoking and drinking, acting like someone else
Thought that this shit was for life but the codeine's the only thing with the consistency
I get the bread, count the cheddar and I keep it loaded in case he want any beef
I got a whole lot of enemies
I got a whole lot of hollow tips
I got a whole lot of dick for these bitches
She said that it's too much to swallow it
I made that pussy cry
I do not have time for sorrowing, cause I don't know what tomorrow is
I'm the type to turn a whole turkey bag
Into a bag of the breesh
She the type to get a whole Birkin bag
And still ride the one with the C's
That is the reason I can't wife these hoes
Perkys and Xannies inside of the nose
I told her won't you come over
Make you come over and over
Mmmmm
Making it dirty but nothing is dirty my soda
If fucking bitches was a job
I would've been reached the quota
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Writer(s): Malachi Hales
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