Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Low Down , by - Lil Baby. Song from the album My Turn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Low Down |
| Playin' victim, that shit ain’t gon' ruin me |
| I’m the only now that outdo me |
| I got hoes by the group tryna do me |
| My life like a movie, get head in the water |
| Don’t gotta put in no work, I send orders |
| This shit done got serious, them millions come plural, I’m living by morals |
| We swipe 'em, ain’t keepin', no Dora Explorer |
| I’m young and I’m turnt, I got bitches galore |
| My baby, my whip cost two-fifty, I’m splurgin' |
| Got five million cash just in case of emergency |
| My young niggas kill, get away, they be purgin' |
| It happened like this, I ain’t do it on purpose |
| I’m working my move, nigga, which one of you workin'? |
| I turned on my crew, bought a coupe off of verses |
| I’m tired of these strippers, I’m going at nurses and doctors and dentists |
| You started, I finished, I told you we with it |
| My word is like gold to my city |
| I tell 'em to go, they gon' get it |
| I heard that you froze when they hit it |
| Putting these hoes in the business, you know that you tripping |
| I tell 'em no, they gon' listen |
| Knowin' these niggas be sweet and some bitches, I’m different |
| She tryna leave me, I’m low down |
| I hang with savages, don’t bring your ho 'round |
| I’m going bougie, I’m switchin' my profile |
| All of my cars get delivered with no miles |
| They think they do and we don’t, I don’t know how |
| Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds |
| I put on drip every day from the floor up |
| I’m getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah |
| Cullinan shot in, my driver named Solid |
| I keep him on point, make sure nobody follow us |
| I got a Glock with a shot that can stop a truck |
| I get the money eight ways like an octopus |
| No way in hell I’ma give all these choppers up |
| Team full of players, ain’t nobody stopping us |
| He out of line, give a fuck, then we poppin' him |
| Been raisin' hell, back in school, I was popular, yeah |
| All of my hoes get facials, face me |
| Make her my bitch too much, she lazy |
| I was thinking prices too high, then I raised 'em |
| Shit in my bank account gettin' outrageous |
| Niggas smellin' like that, had to switch up my fragrance |
| And I’m sending out shots if the fouls get flagrant |
| Switch up my route to the house, had to change it |
| Still with the shit, I forget that I’m famous |
| She tryna leave me, I’m low down |
| I hang with savages, don’t bring your ho 'round |
| I’m going bougie, I’m switchin' my profile |
| All of my cars get delivered with no miles |
| They think they do and we don’t, I don’t know how |
| Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds |
| I put on drip every day from the floor up |
| I’m getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah |
| She tryna leave me, I’m low down |
| I hang with savages, don’t bring your ho 'round |
| I’m going bougie, I’m switchin' my profile |
| All of my cars get delivered with no miles |
| They think they do and we don’t, I don’t know how |
| Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds |
| I put on drip every day from the floor up |
| I’m getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah |
| I’m getting sick of this shit, pour some more up |
| I put on drip every day from the floor up |
| I’m getting sick of this shit, pour some more up |
| I put on drip every day |