Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Low Down, artist - Lil Baby. Album song My Turn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |