Lyrics Low - SIMBA

Low

«A nigga like me man.
(Simba: You know young nigga got dough)
I love the game
I love the hustle man
Be feeling like one of the ball playing niggas you know
The bird or magic or something
You know when niggas got dough
A nigga could lead the league
But if I leave, the fans still gon love me man?»
(Simba: Aye this that shit right here man
You know young nigga got dough)
You know young nigga got dough
Hit her 3 times in a row
I got that crack for the high
But I got that gas for the low
I can’t stop moving this dope
I can’t stop moving this dope
They say that it’s only the summer
So how is he making it snow
You know young nigga got dough
Hit her 3 times in a row
I got that crack for the high
But I got that gas for the low
I can’t stop moving this dope
I can’t stop moving this dope
They say that it’s only the summer
So how is he making it snow
They think that I’m selling heron
Cuz im trapping out and its cold
My manz serving xans on the grove
Big bro move them pounds like a pro
Thousand grams in a farm let it grow
I’m smoking that OG with bro
I’m trapping out Maryland I got that Monroe
The streets can get cold keep that fire on my coat
Simdawg been trapping I keep me a thing
I cook me a rock hit the block then ching ching
You wan join the team tell me what can you bring
I had a best friend and he was Philippine
We was about 9 now we both is 18
He just hit my phone said he got a few things
That’s gon make us some cream and fufill all our dreams
If we gon do it lets do it extreme
Like your Auntie I stay ona stove
You can smoke it or sniff up your nose
This for trappers this song ain’t for hoes
Constant junkies they cop about four
Want your chickens for here there it go
Run up on me the fuck is you slow
Aye
You know young nigga got dough
Hit her 3 times in a row
I got that crack for the high
But I got that gas for the low
I can’t stop moving this dope
I can’t stop moving this dope
They say that it’s only the summer
So how is he making it snow