Lowkey

[Intro]

Stuntin' like a maniac, in the strip club blowin' 80 racks

(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that)

Stuntin' like a maniac, in the streets nigga where the ladies at

(I'm way too lowkey for that)

Stuntin' like a maniac, ask niggas, bitch I got my paper stacked

(I'm too lowkey for that)

Yeah stuntin' like a maniac all day

(Somebody better let 'em know—)

[Chorus]

(I'm too lowkey for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah

Tryna show the hoes the cash flow

(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that)

My foot is on the gas though

Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah ho

(I'm not too lowkey for that)

Nigga, I just do what it does

What's up? What it do? What's up? What it do?

You blowin' all your money on the hoes and the cars bro

It's all dope, but we all know

(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that)

[Verse 1]

I'll admit my last few years have been kinda rusty

Have I been beatin' myself up? In my mind I must be

I slowed down, watchin' my peers as they rise above me

'Cause rap's a leap of faith except nobody ties the bungee

These times are ugly

I'm close to my midlife, the crisis hunts me

Calm on the surface but inside I'm grumpy

If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap" because life is complete

Surprise I'm hungry, rappers lookin' like fries and lunch meat

Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you makin' mills huh (Huh)

When you be flexin' you lookin' so icy that I get the chills son (Huh)

I seen you pull up in your whip and you stopped

But somehow the wheels spun (Damn!)

Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills from

I heard you came from the real slums

What the fuck you gon' do when your deal's done?

Nigga the day that you fizzle out will come

If you think it ain't comin' you're real dumb

That ain't a bag you made off your talent

That is a label allowance

And we gon' see in the end if you really could pay off the balance

Bitch!

[Chorus]

(I'm too lowkey for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah

Tryna show the hoes the cash flow

(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that)

My foot is on the gas though

Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah ho

(I'm not too lowkey for that)

Nigga I just do what it does

What's up? What it do? What's up? What it do?

You blowin' all your money on the hoes and the cars bro

It's all dope, but we all know

(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that)

[Verse 2]

I could care less about expensive gold chains

I'm gettin' mo' praise from spittin' propane

Bitch this is no game

I don't fuck with hoes who hang with rappers and want fame

Fuck the swaggy shit, now I'm livin' like it's the old days

So pack your bags, you had your chance, this might be the

Avalanche that wipes it up

I'm back to rockin' baggy pants and wife beaters

Bitch your time is up

This my master plan and lightning struck

Don't get caught in fires that my ashy hands is writin' up

Been had the fuckin' game on lock

Been had my pesos copped

Been plottin' deeply tryna take yo spot

I can't erase those thoughts

My drive is somethin' that these fakes don't got

Their vision blurry tryna chase those thots

You tryna do it independent but you ain't no Hop

The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't drop

Quit tryna move me

Beast mode is where my mind is usually

Y'all focused on Louis Vuitton and Gucci, I told you—

[Chorus]

(I'm too lowkey for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah

Tryna show the hoes the cash flow

(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that)

My foot is on the gas though

Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah ho

(I'm not too lowkey for that)

Nigga I just do what it does

What's up? What it do? What's up? What it do?

You're blowin' all your money on the hoes and the cars bro

It's all dope, but we all know

(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that)

[Outro]

Nigga I'm too lowkey for that

I'm way too lowkey for that

Nigga I'm too lowkey for that

Nigga I'm too lowkey for that