Lyrics:
Hasta luego
Bitch yous a fake Ho
Lean in my faygo
No I can't stay low
Had to go soarin up high
No you can't be by my side
Hasta luego
Bitch yous
titanous diamond so bright if your by me your tanning uhh
I don't know who I am anymore
So I don't know who your man is for sure
Eyes be so low is my head
that hoe, she a lil moody
I'm by myself, I need the bag
Fuckin' that hoe, tellin' that bitch
Turn on the toolie
I blew me a bag, I'm so cool
These
hell's men
Two revolvers, I can let 12 spin
Hop in my Benz
Push it to the limit, buck-sixty
Who wit' me? My Cris', two L's
Twisted blunts and inner
Uh, you wrong
Why you dance so low to this song?
Where your boyfriend at, he gone?
Is that a napkin you put your number on?
Look, you so wrong
Drop
slow
Windows low
I was taught by the best to do the one
And gain control of this game
And be sold not told And So
I'ma rep for be -O-O-T see-A-M-P
Cause
enough
Shawty I'm just tryna smash I ain't tryna cuff
Niggas steady talking shit they ain't worth a buck
Respect me when you see me cuz I'm leveled up
Spalding
Trick, it's the infamous Macs from the I
Hit the switch, in the Lac, and go from low-to-high
Drive by, yeah G loves swamp rat and thug dumpin
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
A lot of niggas hated on me I ain't say nothing
Cause we known to ride around with them big drums
Big guns I got big guns it could get done
Say you
fucking time? (Yeah, what?)
I go gear fifth, watch me lose my shit
He put the drums of liberation up, up under this
I go gear fifth, now you're looking
a chip
Cuz why? cuz I live by the motto do or dip
So if you not really bout it maybe you should up and quit
I'm a skinny king but I need a thick shawty
You
trynna get me but they never spinning they knowing wassup
They drop ah diss then we letting it hit it was so many shots when we spin in the bucks
Shordy
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
for a buck
Nigga came to wet
So I ain't taking no losses
Let it slide you a target
Got my game from some bosses
Everything sell itself
You just
So fuck all y'all hoes and yo Chuck pass the jay
Sellin' me out like bitches to make a quick buck
But motherfuckers like y'all just have no luck
smoking my lows it's no coke in the function
Burn it to ash 'cuz they hate when I love it
So you Don't gotta ask who I do and don't fuck wit
Far I'm
waves, I'm chilling and flowing
Thru hazards and mayhem, I'm soaking the solar
Got world in my palm, like the mic that I'm holdin
I'm so low, I'm so low
stomach turn?
I told you im a low life
And im banned from church
So i got nowhere to kick it
On my hoe shit
In my hoe slides
Hungover from cheating all
A hundred years after that…fucked
A hundred years after you get free you still getting fucked out of jobs
And shot at by police you see what I'm saying
Cuz
some shit that look like Chuck's but really Rick Owens
I'm really chasing blues I just invested in some bitcoin
I can't be around no nigga with no motion
fans try to grab it
I wish you would I wish you would, and try to get buck
And so many nigga's wit D4L we'll tear the club up
And they dreesed in
styling on the low, everywhere I go i drip
Better catch this drip in person I ain't trynna snap a Pic
Nahh
So what the fuck you saying
Wit the gang or by
The slick gotta talk, my niggas gotta talk
Southside, that's how we started
Came from the drum, my piece like rum
I run the low feeling, darling who
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