Low Freestyle

Shawty lonely and we goin' down the road
Poppin' molly, now she takin' off her clothes I don't know if anybody really knows
So much money, yeah, it's startin' to get gross And your vision's gon' fuck up through

The hopes White robe, now I'm feelin' like the Pope
Goin' fast, hold it down, I'm goin' slow Whippin' fast, yeah, I'm goin' down the road
I don't care about your bitch, cause she a hoe
I'ma take it to the crib, then I'll smash it for the low

I'ma do all the shit that I really, really want I'ma take an innocent, then I'll turn
It to a thot And I'ma do everything I fuckin' love
I'ma take a fuckin' pilly, then I'll sniff it like a drug
Even though it's still a druggy, I ain't really wanna get it

I just wanna tell these pussies that they gotta pay attention
Lit' money, yeah, I'm livin' in the richest I just kept on goin', yeah, I told em' I could
Get it And I gotta go off of the top and off my head
And then I kept the microphone to me and now I spit it

I just pay attention, pay attention, pay attention
Ain't nobody in the studio can get this You gon' listen, you gon' listen, you gon' listen
Ain't nobody in this bitch gon' pay attention, than its
Spend a milli' just to get some fancy dishes We was livin', we was fine, dinin' with the

Fuckin' bitches I don't care about the stitches, I don't
Care about the grips And I'ma keep on movin' with my fingers
Yeah, I fidget it, I just Make money, yeah, I make my own percentage
Whole plate clean, yeah, I fuckin' finish In my head, think about it, manifest it

When we get you, we be comin' for your bredrin
I just wanna go, how the fuck I don't know? Nobody can tell



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Writer(s): Owen Cain
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