Lowlife

Ayy, can you tell Charlie come turn this light off right here? Ayy, ayy take the Reverb off No Echo no Reverb Alright yeah, alright there we go Ayy, I got propane in my APCs I know all about my plug, he's a Lowlife I know all about my bitch, she's a Lowlife I know all about myself, I'm one of them Don't cross the street when you see 'em boys, I ain't run with them Fuckin' finessed the ride bouncer, "I ain't come with them." ayy Ayy, I am hovering, Xanax and downin' substances, ayy Keep tryna stop withdrawal driving through my stomach, man Been anti-public, man High while I made Alternative Trap, on my brothers And, my heir tryna get my homie back up on his block again Free Paris, if he stabbed you in the back I carved the knife for him Ayy, ayy, man that's fucked up I'm facing 'Woods, chasin' stains, it's me Javon, and Sawbuck Tell him how I "Love her", new bitch like every five months This gang, gang, baby, do the same thing, baby I'm Curt Henning, perfect watchu' sayin' Plain Janey? Bitch, I'm Bossy, boy I'm gang, when I'm talking to you Girl, these drugs don't feel the same when I bought 'em for you I'll school all up in your ear, but you ain't gon' owe me shit, boo Girl, these drugs don't feel the same when I bought 'em for you Oh, you heard about my tactics? Well I got a new playbook Vibrating the groupchat, hopin' yo' ass stay shook 56 in they boof pack, I think my face go Hit my peek already, man, I'm think I just gon' stay, ho I might find myself stuck in my head And I might find myself lying, sayin', "It's alright." And you might find myself stuck in your head Doin' whatever to get high, I'm a Lowlife Hey I'm a Lowlife, ayy Ayy, I'm coolin' wit' some lowlifes, ayy, man Man, man, man Ayy, look I might just go and- go and rob a bank today I might Superman this bitch, and Bape towel the cape I have just gone by myself myself and gained mistakes And I'm a selfish guy, delete yo' Instagram bae And I'm still out West, good off south, when it matter Wicker Park Legend on rooftops, off ladders Pound sign: bitch, I am that boy Y'all, he got a Quarterpound, take him down my cheese royal, yuh Pussy, 100 and 12 duckin', rail runnin' Nunu pack, Skateman, lookin' Lauren London And check yo' homie dawg, he talkin' till it's leave you Check yo homie dawg he talkin' to his sleeve too Like I might find myself stuck in my head I might find myself sayin', "It's alright." And you might find myself stuck in your head Doin' whatever to get high, I'm a Lowlife Yep, I'm a Lowlife I'm blacked-out with some Lowlife Lowlife, ayy