Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weed 4 the Low, artist - King Lil G. Album song 90's Kid, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MIH Entertainment
Song language: English
Weed 4 the Low |
Everybody knowing it’s official |
My clic tatted up, hoes be acting up — bitch, get a hold of my pistol |
I dedicate it to the rivals |
Ain’t no really telling what I might do |
This the kind of shit I like to vibe to |
Smoke weed if you’d like to |
I’m West Coasting 'til I’m overdosing |
Smoking the potent I hold in my lungs |
Bitches getting my undivided attention |
Did I mention that they feeling me like the plates on a trunk |
Blue bandana even though I’m cold blooded |
Self-Provoked, that’s my L.A. cuz |
And my clic stay busting, ra-ta-ta-ta |
Notorious, man I’m ready to die |
Tiffany, she don’t fuck with me, tell Alexis said she was in love with me |
AK4−7 company, we came from nothing to luxury |
Like blah! |
I got the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it) |
Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it) |
I get the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it) |
Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it) |
You got a gun, but ain’t using it |
Why the fuck you act like you shooting shit? |
You ain’t got no plugs, you ain’t moving bricks |
I made my point, you ain’t moving shit |
Fuck you know about a prison term? |
I lived and learned it |
Fuck what you heard about prison murders |
Fuck what you heard about my clic, we murderers |
AK47, boy pack a burner |
Where the fuck you from? |
I probably know all your big homies |
I give you a number to contact, you call it… And see if they know me |
I’m smoking that killa, I’m selling that killa |
I’m getting that shit by the O-Z |
You fake and you fuck with the police |
Fool, why you be fronting? |
Boy, you ain’t no killa |
I got the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (For the low) |
Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (On the low) |
I get the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I get it) |
Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it) |
A bone in the motherfucking west Side |
Where they gangbang and they got the pretty model chicks with the boobs and |
they thick thighs |
All right, let’s write |
Late night, no alarm we the late time |
Catch flights, no breaks, jet lag, bitch you know that I take mine |
Yo |
We are the Elohem if you cashed out right then I can trust in you |
But if you tell me lies I’ma contribute to the same old thing that could’ve |
ended you |
Tell the rate, no betrayal, frail temper, and I ain’t real centered |
I remain with the same crew |
Venom shoot through veins, when I’m on the same page |
I’m angel, with a devilish grin |
Let me tell you a little something about the message I give |
My mom, my pops, my blood, take it all in |
Mom striked the bong on July twenty third |
Here I am, crazy minded, about to blow superb |
Dismiss common sense, I don’t think like you |
Critic my minds and what the fuck you do |
On A High Note, I will rep it 'til the sun blows and the world’s dark and still |
Ain’t here to prove to anyone that I got skill |
Do what I got to do, fuck how you feel |
Side hustles just to get me by and now I’m thinking bigger |
Company shit with hella big figures |
Barely back game into my name |
So I swig my liquor, run it |
I got the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it) |
Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it) |
I get the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it) |
Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it) |