Lowkey
I really just be vibin' out
I'm strollin' through the city
Ain't into slidin' out
I'm focused up and gettin' litty
They like to kill the artist
So I'm one deep wit my glizzy
They took my brother from me
I won't let these niggas get me
In the studio, just switchin' verbs
You know we gettin' busy
I'm in here offa thrax
We twistin' herbs in big ole blizzy's
Been stayin' out the way
Cuz most these niggas iffy
I been tryna up my pay
So I can give my ma a milly
I been movin' lowkey
I don't really roll deep
Actin' like they know me
Most these niggas phony
Gotta keep it on me
If you try, it's blown heat
Just been thinkin' bout Young Pablo
Prolly why I'm lonely
I ain't stressin' bout no trolls
That's gon send a phone tweet
I been tryna get a Rolls
And my sis a Rolex
I been prayin' every night
It got me feelin' holy
And been standin' on my bidness
I won't let 'em hoe me
But oh me, go back
Let me switch the flow back
Jack Harlow type beat
It got me feelin' like I'm Kodak
But I ain't sippin' no yak
And I ain't missin' no Jack
Pasto for healin'
You can miss me wit the cognac
Baby where the lo at
I'll be there in a four flat
Don't ask me boutta a hoe
And baby I ain't lickin' no cat
Her legs all on my collar
Then I'm walkin' where the door at
She asked me for some more
And then I cracked her where the floor at
Up while niggas snoozin' lately
Ain't been missin' no racks
Member I was losin' daily
Now I'm flippin' more packs
The way that I maneuver crazy
Hit the beat and flow tracks
One day we gon be super cakey
Hit the scene, and blow racks
My flow just like dope
And $o he boutta drop some more crack
Was taught to neva fold
That nigga sold, and he go back
That nigga ain't my bro
Man he a hoe and bogus, know dat
G $o been his zone
Alone and focused, gettin' mo' racks
I been movin' lowkey
I don't really roll deep
Actin' like they know me
Most these niggas phony
Gotta keep it on me
If you try, it's blown heat
Just been thinkin' bout Young Pablo
Prolly why I'm lonely
I ain't stressin' bout no trolls
That's gon send a phone tweet
I been tryna get a Rolls
And my sis a Rolex
I been prayin' every night
It got me feelin' holy
And been standin' on my bidness
I won't let 'em hoe me
I been standin' on my bidness
Nigga all I know is ten toes
Workin' on my fitness
Nigga startin' flippin' pillows
Been tryna get them riches
Just to pull up tinted windows
Ain't worried bout no bitches
Cash App, no we don't send those
They wanna give me kisses
Back then they used to friend zone
Had yo chance, but then you missed it
Baby girl you betta get on
You was actin' real funny, crazy
Now I'm puttin' shit on
Just been runnin' up the money lately
What G Pe$o been on
I'm in here offa thrax
You know the pasto got my mind stuck
Somewhere writin' raps
Yea that's mostly where you find us
For the zaza Ima tax
Pe$o came up off that crime stuff
Member used to come in last
Now they mad they behind us
We came up from them rags
And them glads, and them timers
Boutta come on that bag
Now they sad we some shiners
Just might pull up in a Jag
Pop the tag and its designer
Just might hit her from the back
And make her tap, cuz she a whiner
I been movin' lowkey
I don't really roll deep
Actin' like they know me
Most these niggas phony
Gotta keep it on me
If you try, it's blown heat
Just been thinkin' bout Young Pablo
Prolly why I'm lonely
I ain't stressin' bout no trolls
That's gon send a phone tweet
I been tryna get a Rolls
And my sis a Rolex
I been prayin' every night
It got me feelin' holy
And been standin' on my bidness
I won't let 'em hoe me
I'm strollin' through the city
Ain't into slidin' out
I'm focused up and gettin' litty
They like to kill the artist
So I'm one deep wit my glizzy
They took my brother from me
I won't let these niggas get me
In the studio, just switchin' verbs
You know we gettin' busy
I'm in here offa thrax
We twistin' herbs in big ole blizzy's
Been stayin' out the way
Cuz most these niggas iffy
I been tryna up my pay
So I can give my ma a milly
I been movin' lowkey
I don't really roll deep
Actin' like they know me
Most these niggas phony
Gotta keep it on me
If you try, it's blown heat
Just been thinkin' bout Young Pablo
Prolly why I'm lonely
I ain't stressin' bout no trolls
That's gon send a phone tweet
I been tryna get a Rolls
And my sis a Rolex
I been prayin' every night
It got me feelin' holy
And been standin' on my bidness
I won't let 'em hoe me
But oh me, go back
Let me switch the flow back
Jack Harlow type beat
It got me feelin' like I'm Kodak
But I ain't sippin' no yak
And I ain't missin' no Jack
Pasto for healin'
You can miss me wit the cognac
Baby where the lo at
I'll be there in a four flat
Don't ask me boutta a hoe
And baby I ain't lickin' no cat
Her legs all on my collar
Then I'm walkin' where the door at
She asked me for some more
And then I cracked her where the floor at
Up while niggas snoozin' lately
Ain't been missin' no racks
Member I was losin' daily
Now I'm flippin' more packs
The way that I maneuver crazy
Hit the beat and flow tracks
One day we gon be super cakey
Hit the scene, and blow racks
My flow just like dope
And $o he boutta drop some more crack
Was taught to neva fold
That nigga sold, and he go back
That nigga ain't my bro
Man he a hoe and bogus, know dat
G $o been his zone
Alone and focused, gettin' mo' racks
I been movin' lowkey
I don't really roll deep
Actin' like they know me
Most these niggas phony
Gotta keep it on me
If you try, it's blown heat
Just been thinkin' bout Young Pablo
Prolly why I'm lonely
I ain't stressin' bout no trolls
That's gon send a phone tweet
I been tryna get a Rolls
And my sis a Rolex
I been prayin' every night
It got me feelin' holy
And been standin' on my bidness
I won't let 'em hoe me
I been standin' on my bidness
Nigga all I know is ten toes
Workin' on my fitness
Nigga startin' flippin' pillows
Been tryna get them riches
Just to pull up tinted windows
Ain't worried bout no bitches
Cash App, no we don't send those
They wanna give me kisses
Back then they used to friend zone
Had yo chance, but then you missed it
Baby girl you betta get on
You was actin' real funny, crazy
Now I'm puttin' shit on
Just been runnin' up the money lately
What G Pe$o been on
I'm in here offa thrax
You know the pasto got my mind stuck
Somewhere writin' raps
Yea that's mostly where you find us
For the zaza Ima tax
Pe$o came up off that crime stuff
Member used to come in last
Now they mad they behind us
We came up from them rags
And them glads, and them timers
Boutta come on that bag
Now they sad we some shiners
Just might pull up in a Jag
Pop the tag and its designer
Just might hit her from the back
And make her tap, cuz she a whiner
I been movin' lowkey
I don't really roll deep
Actin' like they know me
Most these niggas phony
Gotta keep it on me
If you try, it's blown heat
Just been thinkin' bout Young Pablo
Prolly why I'm lonely
I ain't stressin' bout no trolls
That's gon send a phone tweet
I been tryna get a Rolls
And my sis a Rolex
I been prayin' every night
It got me feelin' holy
And been standin' on my bidness
I won't let 'em hoe me
Credits
Writer(s): Keonte Bradley
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