Lyrics Go Low 2.0 - Offica

Go Low 2.0

Bad one bust down on the kid, come arch her
I tell her go low for the A92 (Buss it)
I’m scorching in this T, no T Rex
And he got run out the A by fiends (Ching, ching)
I’m a young black boy tryna slap this lead
And I bun hella green buds with the crew
I made man’s white tee turn red
Now I’m wanted by the boys in blue
Winnin' this beef and I say it with chest
Now I got a mask on my face like COVID
Slap one at a pagan’s chest
And now you got a pain in your chest like COVID
We don’t play like duck-duck-goose
I duck a man down, tryna leave man folded (Baow)
If you don’t duck, get hit in your Canada Goose
You know the gangdem’s loaded
They ain’t out on the block so we circle around
Yeah, we circle like a merry-go-round
You ain’t ever tryna get a bag or a body
Get a body bag, I use it when I pull up in the town
I ain’t ever lied, did I do that, I’d die in the station
You know a nigga holdin' it down
Fly out the ride tryna ying that yuh, yuh
I’m really tryna yurk man down
We got down… we got down… we got down… we got down…
I don’t even wanna talk 'bout roses
Girl’s been passed all around like Rondo (Jezzie)
Go low for the gang, just go low
Done it on a two man, step or solo
Only live once, that’s YOLO, YOLO
Do it like bando, screamin' out yo
I’m an artist, but when the beef gets hot, you cannot decline
And I’ve said it time to time, the beef is stupid, I won’t deny
But it is what it is, see, the A got beef with the…
And just when I thought this beef was dead
Bro came with the seasonin' and kicked off and it started again
When they slide 'round here, we slide right back
We’re tryna do more than just get even
But if you roll with us and you fuck with them, you’re committin' treason
Asked for the motive, she said, «In my bedroom»
Now I got her screamin', «Opor» gyallie on me, man
Says she want more
Go low, go low, all the way to the floor
Mi wan slap corn in a pagan’s door
Get 'round there in a four-by-four
Uh, uh, j’adore, j’adore
When I get man down, it’s a round of applause (Uh-uh)
And I don’t really get no sleep
Cah I’m dishin' out packs like Santa Claus (Way)
Shorties work out for the team
Go low, go low, all the way to the floor
Slide 'round there, no cha cha, slide … and … go hard two times (Yeah)
Young G’s wan' go on the glide
Just move to the right, let me hop inside (Hop)
If bae bae don’t give us the drop
So I guess what’s yours is also mine (Haha)
Now it’s back to the trap one time
Cah the pack come sweet like Caroline
Yo, bad one, arch it (Uh-uh)
Go low for the gang, that’s perfect (Baow, baow)
We’ll put it in R and park it
Spin that coupe as the B go blast it
Tryna get more Ms like Huncho (I am)
So my reputation ain’t tarnished (Ain't tarnished)
And free my guys that’s locked in the bin
Them boy ain’t trash like garbage (You know)
Broski’s got P and I’ve got P
So I guess we’re tryna get richer (Ooh, ooh)
Bae bae was down for me
So I guess I’ll giver her this D like Digga (Thank you, babe)
They don’t bang on the A, they’re fibbers
When they come, man, they take snaps like pictures
On the M24s like the GBGs
But we don’t dance with hittas
I’m an artist, but when the beef gets hot, you cannot decline
And I’ve said it time to time, the beef is stupid, I won’t deny
But it is what it is, see, the A got beef with the…
And just when I thought this beef was dead
Bro came with the seasonin' and kicked off and it started again
When they slide 'round here, we slide right back
We’re tryna do more than just get even
But if you roll with us and you fuck with them, you’re committin' treason
Asked for the motive, she said, «In my bedroom»
Now I got her screamin', «Opor» gyallie on me, man
Says she want more
Go low, go low, all the way to the floor