LOW !

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Tahj McQueen

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Pullin up the driveway, yo place, some place, got a big ass crib and a light waist
Keep it on the down low like sub bass, snub nose hit ya face, cop chase, money chase
Staying underground low, rail road tracks. old metro station is where I'm staying at
Vines hanging off wall, spray paint cans on the floor
On the run and I'm staying low
Low low low low low low low low

Uh, not trynna mix signals
I ain't fucking with the cops like I whip the six-fo yeah
Uh, you niggas make me sick oh
I should blick ya kinfolk, stay up on ya top toes
My hip equipped a big chrome, my nerve is quick to trip so,
Might wanna keep the temp low,
The stick can lift ya chin. woah
I keep it burst, and send bunch
I like to count in triple
My diamonds heavy, you would hunch
To wear a fifth of this gold
What?
Oh yeah you need to get low
Fully loaded, big chrome, keep it checked like ten- fo
Uh
I wouldn't move so quick yo. na you gotta move slow
This stick can make a big hole, size of a dinner plate take off the top off ya dome
Now they gotta renovate, take the blood out of ya home
Don't get innervate
Gotta stay cool
Gotta stay low low
Gotta stay low low low

Low down
Not getting loud for a showdown
Left all alone in the cold ground
Tell me f*ck boy, where the hoes now? I
Can tell you want more when I flow out
I could buy out the store with no loan down
But you under the floor so my soul loud
Selling soap out the corner to lone crowd
I could never say how the idea got into my brain
But once I thought it up, thought bout it night and day
Seeds get to planting, and murder was planed, and
I stand by your door till the moment that you awake
Scavenger eyes, full of surprise
Felt my heart pumping and felt your demise
Low like the boards that's hiding ya corpse
The neck feeling heavy and chest feeling force
It's an odd future
I'm staying low like sub woofer
Garden Sheds hiding my dark truths
911 calling, my mind shook
The red and blue lights are now shining through
The Pink And the White is forgotten view
Solo and so low, no one's coming through
Roll lone, need a clone for the thumbing through
Bags full of cash that I rummage through
Packing a mag, make you gag when I go to shoot
Estee Knack on the raps way I'm running through
Catch a boom bap for a sack, I don't f*ck wit you
Make me sad when you rap, I don't wanna group

Uh, not trynna mix signals
I ain't fucking with the cops like I whip the six-fo. yeah
Uh, you niggas make me sick oh
I should blick ya kinfolk, stay up on ya top toes
My hip equipped a big chrome, my nerve is quick to trip so
Might wanna keep the temp low
The stick can lift ya chin. woah
I keep it burst, and send bunch
I like to count in triple
My diamonds heavy, you would hunch
To wear a fifth of this gold
What?
Oh yeah you need to get low
fully loaded, big chrome, keep it checked like ten-fo
Uh
I wouldn't move so quick yo. na you gotta move slow
This stick can make a big hole
Size of a dinner plate take off the top off ya dome
Now they gotta renovate, take the blood out of ya home
Don't get innervate
Gotta stay cool
Gotta stay low low
Gotta stay low low low

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