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know how to get dem gone Sell him for the high, get him for the low

I don't need no help, I do it by myself Had to eyeball a day da crackers took my

shooters by my side you better lay low
I done went up and put my niggas on a payroll
I know lil shawty get to bussin’ when I say so

on credit
With a profile low like my blood pressure
Both eyes low that's my aesthetic
Henny XO, I dive in it
Hand throw stone, they're hiding it
Hated by

I keep all the cash and the bitches by me
I used to have my friends now enemies beside me
I stay low key cause i hate to tell her about me
Living

the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got

down low so you can taste it
Yeah Yeah
Big clouds
Loud sounds
12 Rounds
All I smoke is thrax
I roll that shit up by the pound
Yeah I'm all up in ya hood

grave

[Verse 2]
And by the time the nineties come around ..
Mom's had a frown since the man went down
Kites fly penitentiary bound and lil' man's left

the benz cross county for some guap, plenty za, my lung is limitless
Mix exotic with gin and tonic, yo top 10 in my optics
Hen and hpnotiq, that hulk, taught

it's ma' pleasure (Thanks)
But, don't ya' mix me up with Tom Hanks (Uh)
I'ma tell y'all, 4 years just passed by (Passed by)
Now the time's come, we must

uncle he was tryna sniff for free
Niggas tired to rob me turned into a fucking mystery
Trappin' 'til I got like 50 thousand on the wrist of me
Mixin'

At Least I Know

T.I.

The Dime Trap

2018

low
It's like I never see your pretty now
But at least I know (ah, yeah)
At least these things I know (yeah)
At least these things I know (yeah)

Summer Wit' Miami

Jim Jones

Harlem: Diary of a Summer [DualDisc]

2005

joint girl, I should have been fucking

I shoulda lil' mama, listen
Spending my summers with the top dropped low
Throwing my hundreds at the top notch

Homeboy

Coolio

My Soul

1997

Be extra careful or the ones you call your partna 
'Cause what they really is, is a busta out to rob ya 
And, be weary of strangers bearing your God

shorty
Hit me up
Can I play this lil beat while we fuck
The way you drop it low it number one
I ain't lying when I say she doing stunts
I'm dreaming bout

to a higher place
I'm tired of funerals
We got lil' pumps and TEC-9s
That shit don't even mix
Trying to be Lil Pump or Tech N9ne
Who you wanna pick?
If you got

When I go deep
She hit them notes
Something like Aaliyah
By the way she rock the boat
Bell ringing like a Anita
Trying to keep her on the low
Life is

As they would a broken toy
Now dispose of childhood joy
Rob them of innocence
Swallowed up by ugly world
No longer boy or girl
Just a thing

Nothing

got that ocean you know that lil Jody be on it and out by the mornin
I can't stay bae my woman been callin
Imma salesman I'll sell you some weed
Same

you need it know I got it, it aint going for low
I don't really mean to ash right by yo feet
We passing blunts back and forth like its a track meet

Fit In

Lil Baby

Harder Than Ever

2018

the wind

I had a carbon I was fifteen
We was trying to steal and rob everything
I can't even talk about what I seen
I'm never telling the laws a thing

the suitcase with the blue faces 
Rob a bank, wrap the shoe laces
Yeah, I can't call it! It's just living out in orbit!
The shit's so hard, who gotta talk this?

make it happen
Stop frontin these bitches
My lil shordy she gone trip um um (She Gone set um up)
Stop fallin fuh pussy
Address me by my stage name
Hallow

Ayy
Ayy
Ik kan niet veranderen, dit is hoe ik ben maar ze is wel peng
Eerst pakte we L's maar nu ben ik Ten outta Ten
Big Buddha cheese in de mix

cause niggaz acting like they bleed every month too
So it's just me my Hennessy and my strap Riding Solo 
In my review cause niggaz plotting on the low