That Lowend

Late night Blunt Lit Top back city lights F**k with all my city hoes I done looped around my city twice Red and white... Nike flights Yessir Im poppin those Were still car f**king hoes Right in front of that papa does (pappadeaux) Right behind that gas station On a side of that walmart In the game i ball hard I'm number one like walmart. Number one like mickey D's.Call me a show man I'm super caked up.but I grind like a po man My pockets are swollen Yo pockets are so thin Candy on this sunny car red and chrome coke can That base. that lowend. my trunk hit like four bands PB TSU ClARK FAMU thats four bands Yo girl goin off the dome. no pad. no pen In my 3, 000 square feet high riser flow plan .And i dont kno about your end But on my side we let them car speakers go in AKA That base That lowend that base That lowend that base That lowend that base That lowend that base That that that that That base that lowend that that that Lowened That Unn (gun) clips on my fourth fin Shirts off but im On it Tats with yo hood whack Like f**k who I offend I got no friends I dont know yall 6 Braids like O'Dogg 85 navy blue colors gettin head from yo brawd It's night time I got lookes on. Gold chains in my spoke chrome. High as fuck. still lightin up Bought to freeze a bag wit like 4oz I be turnt up she be turned on Worked up and got worked on F**k ni**as... f**k bitches Got no time to get turnt on Ima anti-social ni**a. Beat box a lil killer. Big booty b***h flip up Rolex presdential my wrist up I keep 4 12s in my trunk 5 grams in my blunt Some cleco in my cup She aint got a** then I aint gone fuck Nd ima young king in my city. P.Noggin rite wit me Yea I run sh*t I dont run wit No f**k ni**as thats mickey West coast its all nipsey From down south to on my prizzy Now that D-town classic wit dorrough Gottem f**kin with me its that That base That lowend that base That lowend that base That lowend that base That lowend that base That that that that That base that lowend that that that Lowened Hustle hard. that always been the motto Watch me work the wood like i'm walking on apollo Don't make me be that ni**a that gotta hit you wit a hollow T.I.P not the rapper Ziplock ya after Mix some potent on it Take a sip after snapple Quick to spit a verse like a script from a pastor Speakers cold blooded bangin like a crip in a Ya that lowend knockin pictures off the wall I got ni**as tryna be me stealin pictures off of blogs Got stacy cleanin up melissa in my draws Got tammi in there cookin i sent crystal to the mall pimp shit White paint but the insides sky blue Im 2 miles away but it feel like im by you Hitting hard like an uppercut from Riu Truck say claim .cause it bang like its damu That base That lowend that base That lowend that base That lowend that base That lowend that base That that that that That base that lowend that that that Lowened