Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Low Low, artist - DJ Mustard. Date of issue: 12.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Low Low |
| If it ain’t a Chevy, don’t raise it up |
| And, if it ain’t the kush, don’t blaze it up |
| I’m sticking to the script while niggas changing up |
| They beats sounding like the homie, now they fake as fuck |
| But look, I was in the fo' with my crew Tiny Cobby |
| On the ten, getting high, with my whole hood behind me |
| I had two zones on me, play it cool, there go Johnny |
| As soon as I could say it, I felt like they got behind me |
| So he tried to hit the exit but his brakes ain’t working |
| Doing 50 on the ramp had to brace the swerve and |
| Much to my surprise |
| We ain’t even crashing, ain’t nobody died |
| But, we burnt rubber from the side |
| Parked and hopped out like it ain’t nobody side |
| Fuck it, GPS the body shop |
| This type of shit happen all the fucking time cause |
| All I do is bounce in my low low |
| Hittin' corners, nigga, I’m solo |
| Got the burner in the low low |
| Damn nigga, there go po po |
| Pops used to have the low low |
| I was little in a low low |
| You know I got it for the low low |
| You know I get it for the low low |
| Let’s get high, bitch |
| In my Damu ride |
| On my momma, I’m on one |
| Hitting that side to side |
| Bitch wrapped a flag round the pistol, the rag sit awkward |
| Hop out shwanging, sag show my boxers |
| Belt $ 12.50, Robins, no Dickie |
| Dice Gang feely, school 'em like Tee Cee |
| Aight, mothafuck a rumor last week I died twice |
| But lose your mind and double cross me, hope you find Christ |
| Papa was a rolling stone in the low rider |
| Piru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter |
| Six-Fo, Six-Tre, Impala |
| Bend the corner, three-wheeling, scrape the bottom |
| Front, back, pancake, fuck what a man say |
| Pull up on your hood, day, and park it on your landscape |