get low

[Intro]

(Pop out to ya’)

[Verse 1: xaviersobased]

Uh, uh

‘Mari took my Glock and—woah, woah

You talking shit, but, yeah, I’m stepping, woah, woah

Boy, you know I love to flex up, woah, woah

When my nigga give it, yeah, we getting to a check, woah

And I’m with your shawty, she gon’ give a nigga neck, woah

Shoutout to my nigga Nett’, woah

I’ma smoke a nigga like some nic’, woah

Choppa do a nigga like some ket’, woah

If the cops come through, then I’ma get low

If the cops come through, then I’ma get low

[Verse 2: bleood]

Yeah, yeah

Hang up in my season, I’ma get low

Nigga came in talking down on us, we gon’ take him down (Ugh)

I’m with eli’ in the back and we getting drunkened out

I’m with glo’, nigga, he in the back rolling up (Ugh)

Yeah, he talking down on 1c, we gon’ fucking blast

And we been in NYC, young nigga know I pat it down (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh)

I’m getting so much guap, my pockets can’t stand more checks (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh)

On my own, like, who is that? (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh)

They like that, hit my phone

Everything you fucking do is ass, you nigga, ‘cause you a ho

Whip up in the pot like Gordon Ramsay when I’m with your ho

Nigga got a vest, need to know I’m hanging with this dope

Your bitch on her knees, she gon’ brace this, you just like a ho (Oh my God)

Haters berating me, know we got that pipe to show

Nigga, I ain’t scared of you, I already know you done choked

I don’t fuck these women, you don’t even got no home

Cops spinning, I’ve been spending drugs, like, I can float

I love my nigga Brody, but he thinks this shit is a joke

I’ma call up my niggas, they’ll do you, ‘cause you think this shit is a joke

I’ma call up my niggas, they got switches, they gon’ shoot you with that pole

[Verse 3: xaviersobased]

I don’t fuck with niggas, I be balling on these niggas, woah

Finger in your shawty, she love to get icky-sticky, woah

Fuck you niggas, I been driving about fifty, woah

And them niggas got this chopper bullet with a .50, woah