Lyrics On the Low - Haviah Mighty

On the Low

We chill in the condo
He roll it legato, we tokin' on auto
He live in Toronto
He socially follow the places we go when we drinking Moscato
And shining a beam on the day
Minors and teens on the way
Trees gon sedate
This night is for oui en francais
Buzzin — we been in vibrato
We whipping, no wallow
I know it’s a difficult vision to follow
My thing is bravado
I’m spittin' so calm but
They literally swallow
But I am the seed of the grape
Try it with me, I’m your grave
See who’s in pain — I tie it and leave in the braid
It won’t be us — we are a unit, no housing
Not the ones you should be doubting
You say you feeling 100
Know that we chillin one thousand
Homie my sound never clouded
You ain’t hard you the snow that I’m plowing
Imma explore the Safari
With my bars that be chrome like the browser
Wanted me on your team when I wasn’t
Boss, you know it’s my steez you in love with
I’m all for the green like a budet
Just tell 'em that I took the G from ya budget
And I feel you, I do, but I’m solo
Shit is real, I’m with you and im vocal
But I’m free and I’m doing me also
I’m making my rounds like an Oval
Know my buttons and you press em' on the low
In your truck and in your bed and on the floor
We just fucking but I bet you wanted more
The problem is this
That’s not what this is
Know my buttons and you press em' on the low
In your truck and in your bed and on the floor
We just fucking but I bet you wanted more
The problem with that
Is I don’t want that
You fantasizing but imma be free
Who else gon' satisfy all of these beats
Who else gon' advertise dope instrumentals
You still a paradise, know that you special
But know it’s essential to roll with the punches
Know what this was, you can’t hold me to nothing
They thinking I’m Wiggins like Mo-G or something
They see I’m winning, they cozy as fuck
And see, this is why I keep it moving
No time to be stagnant, and sorry that represents you
Somebody told me stop wasting my time
Sorry to say but I guess he meant you
All of my paper should buy me new things
Not Holidays, vacays and buying you gifts
I got a message that needs to be saved
I still got records that need to be played
Know my buttons and you press em' on the low
In your truck and in your bed and on the floor
We just fucking but I bet you wanted more
The problem is this
That’s not what this is
Know my buttons and you press em' on the low
In your truck and in your bed and on the floor
We just fucking but I bet you wanted more
The problem with that
Is I don’t want that
My bad, sorry x3
My bad
My bad, sorry x3