Lowkey

I said lowkey
Uh
Baby why do you think that you low?
And you know that I been on the road
But without you I'm out of control
Are you with me I just gotta know?
If you not, baby you gotta go
Too fast
Bro got the Beamer I got the new Jag
We steppin' on shit and that's why you mad

Get down
My bro got the pole, and it came with some grip now
Better tell ya man sit down
Ian talkin' bout Bril how ya man can get blicked down
Oh, you see we the shit now
How you gon' talk on the net but you all on our dick now?
Tell me how that makes sense now?
All these blues in my face ian talk no crip now
If we spot him, you know we gon' get him
Said Nos, that's my dog, Sick 'em
If he speakin' on bro, we gon zip him
All my niggas they ballin' like Sickem
Or Siakam
Niggas hate cause they see that we poppin
Want the bread cause I'm not for the drama
Niggas hot ian talkin' no Sauna
Met a bad bitch, flew her out to Bahamas
Slow it down
Now watch how I pick the beat up
Shawty a freak tryna eat up the uh
Shawty a freak tryna eat the meat up
Want me to cuff, but I can't keep her
John Cena, I can't see her
And I think her name was Tesha
Fuck I look like cuffin' a Tresha?
Me cuff a Tresh like fuck you be doing
Off my dick, swear you niggas be drawn
With the bitches my niggas, be coolin
You get no bitches, y'all niggas be boring
Wait chill cause we bouta fry shit
We be ballin' this really our season
Niggas on dick, they gon hate for no reason
I'm feelin like Booker, I'm hotter than Pheonix

I said lowkey
Uh
Baby why do you think that you low?
And you know that I been on the road
But without you I'm out of control
Are you with me I just gotta know?
If you not, baby you gotta go
Too fast
Bro got the Beamer I got the new Jag
We steppin' on shit and that's why you mad



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Writer(s): Sulaymaan Carter
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