Lyrics Low It ! - Lancey Foux

Low It !

Keep 'bout ten in my jeans, 'low it
Niggas start dressin' like me, 'low it (BNYX)
Can’t put it together like me, 'low it
A-COLD-WALL* mixed with ALYX, 'low it (Yeah)
Been fuckin' it up, yeah, Ben fuckin' it up
I’m guilty, yeah, can’t cover it up
I’m filthy, new Off-White look like it came out the mud
God help me 'cause the devil wears Prada, I’m havin' me some
'Low it
Stainless steel under the MISBHV blouse
Trained to kill, I can assassinate a outfit
Yeah, I fit the bill if they’re lookin' for a nigga with style
Put down the tints, just a little bit
Give her a glimpse and she like, «Wow» (Yeah)
Wow (Yeah)
Wow (Yeah), wow (Yeah)
Wow (Yeah), wow (Yeah)
Wow (Yeah), wow (Yeah)
Wow (Yeah), wow (Yeah)
Wow (Yeah), wow (Yeah)
Wow (Yeah), wow (Yeah)
Wow (Yeah), wow (Yeah)
I Christian Dior my bag
BVLGARI masseuse, so a nigga relaxed
And my chick badder than bad
Vintage Chanel and it still got the tags
I’m in a Jean Paul Gaultier bag
Niggas ain’t up on the Gaultier swag
Hermès perfume brag
You know that it’s me 'cause I don’t wear mans, yeah
I could dress like a tramp
But when I step out, just know it’s a stamp
Weren’t part of the plan
MAINS socks and boxers match
Dagye jeans on hand, I don’t pop AMIRI tags
Ain’t no lyric cap, really live the words I rap
Hop out the coupe, Batman
Walk in the club like Vince McMahon
And I don’t need no gang
I know that I’m good from the ends to Japan
Came with the stick, old man
Kickin' my shit on my Nigo swag
Even when I had no bag, niggas ain’t speakin' to me 'bout swag (Huh?)
'Low it
I know you ain’t speakin' to me, 'low it
Know you ain’t thinkin' to breathe, 'low it
Keep 'bout ten in my jeans, 'low it
Niggas start dressin' like me, 'low it
Can’t put it together like me, 'low it
A-COLD-WALL* mixed with ALYX, 'low it