pullin up the driveway, yo place, some place, got a big ass crib and a light waist.

keep it on the down low like sub bass, snub nose hit ya face, cop chase, money chase.

staying underground low, rail road tracks. old metro station is where I’m staying at.

Vines hanging off wall, spray paint cans on the floor. On the run and I’m staying low.

low low low low low low low low

uh, not trynna mix signals

I ain’t fucking with the cops like I whip the 6-4. yeah

uh, you **** make me sick. (oh)

I should blick ya kinfolk, stay up on ya top toes.

my hip equipped a big chrome, my nerve is quick to trip so,

might wanna keep the temp low,

The stick can lift ya chin. woah.

I keep it burst, and send bunch.

I like to count in triple.

my diamonds heavy, you would hunch

to wear a fifth of this gold ****.

what?

oh yeah you need to get low. fully loaded, big chrome, keep it checked like 10- fo

uh

I wouldn’t move so quick yo. na you gotta move slow. this stick can make a big hole, size of a dinner plate take off the top of ya dome.

Now they gotta renovate, take the blood out of ya home.

Don’t get innervate,

Gotta stay cool

Gotta stay low (low)

Gotta stay low (low) (low)

low down.

not getting loud for a showdown.

left all alone in the cold ground.

tell me fuck boy, where the hoes now? I

can tell you want more when I flow out.

I could buy out the store with no loan down,

but you under the floor so my soul loud.

selling soap out the corner to lone crowd.

I could never say how the idea got into my brain.

but once I thought it up, thought bout it night and day.

seeds get to planting, and murder was planed, and

I stand by your door till the moment that you awake.

scavenger eyes, full of surprise.

felt my heart pumping and felt your demise.

low like the boards that’s hiding ya corpse.

the neck feeling heavy and chest feeling force

it’s an odd future.

I’m staying low like sub woofer.

Garden Sheds hiding my dark truths.

911 calling, my mind shook.

The red and blue lights are now shining through.

the Pink And the White is forgotten view.

Solo and so low, no one’s coming through.

roll lone, need a clone for the thumbing through,

bags full of cash that I rummage through.

packing a mag, make you gag when I go to shoot.

Estee Knack on the raps way I’m running through.

catch a boom bap for a sack, I don’t fuck wit you

make me sad when you rap, I don’t wanna group.

what?

oh yeah you need to get low. fully loaded, big chrome, keep it checked like 10- fo, uh

I wouldn’t move so quick yo. na you gotta move slow. this stick can make a big hole, size of a dinner plate take off the top of ya dome.

Now they gotta renovate, take the blood out of ya home.

Don’t get innervate,

Gotta stay cool

Gotta stay low (low)

Gotta stay low (low) (low)