Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On The Low , by - Angel. Release date: 13.08.2015
Song language: English
On The Low |
| On the low, what’s up with you ho |
| Bitches smokin' dro |
| Bet you know |
| Bust like forty four |
| When I spit that flow 'cuz we go hard |
| Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard |
| Fuck your broad |
| Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would |
| On the low, what’s up with you ho |
| Bitches smokin' dro |
| Bet you know |
| Bust like forty four |
| When I spit that flow 'cuz we go hard |
| Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard |
| Fuck your broad |
| Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would |
| Lemme get it, lemme get it, lemme get it right now |
| That’s the shit I’ve been on |
| R A double T P A C K |
| You know we (know we) shit on |
| Anybody in the way all day |
| I’m livin' my life boy you know to the fullest |
| These women, they love us, they push us and pull us |
| Just me and my team takin' shots without bullets |
| Gettin' this money, you know we don’t bullshit |
| People they love it, they know the name |
| I got a little change, but I’m still the same |
| So break it down, break it down |
| The shit I’m rockin, they don’t make it now |
| I’ve got haters and they talk shit |
| But that’s okay, I’ve got real shit |
| That’s heartfelt, make you feel shit |
| But right now it’s time for that trill shit |
| Killers and murderers, dealers and burglars |
| Round my way, they never heard of you |
| From that West Deer Park |
| Where they kill after dark but that never occur to you |
| Been broke, dirt broke |
| While my brothers was hustlin' pushin' that coke |
| That’s the life of a G, but it wasn’t for me |
| And for real, that’s the reason I wrote |
| On the low, what’s up with you ho |
| Bitches smokin' dro |
| Bet you know |
| Bust like forty four |
| When I spit that flow 'cuz we go hard |
| Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard |
| Fuck your broad |
| Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would |
| On the low, what’s up with you ho |
| Bitches smokin' dro |
| Bet you know |
| Bust like forty four |
| When I spit that flow 'cuz we go hard |
| Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard |
| Fuck your broad |
| Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would |
| On the low, I be so high, touchin' the sky |
| I got a wood, so fuck the world, until I die |
| If you ain’t know, it’s Kid Ink baby, representin' Alumni |
| I’m off three shots but, you ain’t hear the gun cock |
| Fat ass blunt nigga, yours looks sun dried |
| What it do, I’m on two |
| Tell 'em straight up, no juice |
| Never goin' back to the broke old days |
| But I’ve got a room full of retro J’s |
| Never seen these, look back at it |
| I see your bank and I laugh at it |
| Blowin' kush up, like an air mattress |
| One hit will leave a nigga asthmatic |
| And we goin' up, ain’t nobody sober |
| Know that molly, uncut, eighteen and over |
| Got three chains, two girls, hangin' over my shoulders |
| Give it up in one motion, know that money is the motive |
| On the low, what’s up with you ho |
| Bitches smokin' dro |
| Bet you know |
| Bust like forty four |
| When I spit that flow 'cuz we go hard |
| Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard |
| Fuck your broad |
| Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would |
| On the low, what’s up with you ho |
| Bitches smokin' dro |
| Bet you know |
| Bust like forty four |
| When I spit that flow 'cuz we go hard |
| Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard |
| Fuck your broad |
| Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would |
| My time, my time is now |
| I cannot wait |
| They say that love, it comes with hate |
| When I made it out the streets |
| Is when that love it turned to hate |
| I didn’t turn up, I turned away |
| The time is short, no time to waste |
| All these niggas up in my face, they ain’t my friends |
| All these niggas up in my face, they ain’t my friends |
| I’ve got fam servin' fiends |
| And fiends I call my fam |
| If you wanna keep your bitch |
| Then make sure she don’t cross my path |
| 'Cuz if she do, she see my shoes |
| She peep my swag, she get online |
| Check my background |
| Bitch you seen that cash |
| My only motto about that money is get more |
| My only motto about that money is get more (mo', mo') |
| On the low, what’s up with you ho |
| Bitches smokin' dro |
| Bet you know |
| Bust like forty four |
| When I spit that flow 'cuz we go hard |
| Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard |
| Fuck your broad |
| Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would |
| On the low, what’s up with you ho |
| Bitches smokin' dro |
| Bet you know |
| Bust like forty four |
| When I spit that flow 'cuz we go hard |
| Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard |
| Fuck your broad |
| Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would |