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I just took some molly, what else? (Hey)
Got some bitch from Follies with us (excuse me, excuse me)
She gon' fuck the squad, what else? (I swear)
I'ma fuck her bras, what else? (Ha-ha-ha, yeah, yeah)
Bitch from Pakistan, what's up?
(Rari!) Ferrari in the lands, what else?
(Scoop-oh) about to fuck this club up, what else? (Yeah, yeah)
Metro Boomin once more, ****
I turned the rhythm to a poor house (turn)
It's like eviction number four now (hey)
Go ahead and I shit on the floor now (I swear)
Girl, go ahead and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body begging (yeah)
And I'm fucking anybody with their legs wide
Getting faded with some bitches from the west side
East coast ****, rap the north side
Never waste my host time, bitch, I'm on my own time
Fuck a ****, cosign
Always change my number (number, number) and my phone line
Baby girl, I don't lie
Used to have no money for a crib (turn up)
Now my room service bill cost a whole life
If they try to snub me, I'll go all out military (hey)
I'm camo'd out loud like I'm in the military (turn up)
I'm free of all my **** locked up in a penitentiary (swap)
'Cause I'm always repping for the low life
Repping for the low life (turn)
Low life, low life (now I)
Now I'm repping for the low, low life (representing) yeah
I said I'm repping for the low life
(I'm representing) la, la, la, low life
I said I'm repping for the Low life
(I'm representing for the low life)
(I'm repping, that's repping, I'm repping, rep, rep, uh, uh, yeah)
Wake up, take a sip of Ace and Spades like it's water
I've been on the Marley on the Zans with your daughter
If she catch me cheatin', I will never tell her sorry
If she catch me cheatin', I will never tell her sorry
Porsches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got R's
Takin' pain pills on the plane, gettin' chotted
Poppin' tags on tags, I was starving
Bitch, I got the juice and the cabin
Turn a five-star hotel to a trap house
Roaches everywhere like we forgot to take the trash out
Float my cars with ice, getting' money, my religion
Got my baby mama and my side-bitch kissin' (hahaha)
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
It's the sixth time I'm getting' kicked out
I can't feel my face, I'm all Adderall nauseous
**** tryna rob my fuckin' way, now they salty
Runnin' with the wave, get you killed quick
Shoot you in your back like you Ricky (Ricky)
Little Mexico with no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life
'Cause I'm always repping for the low life (wait)
Low life, low life (wait)
Now I'm repping for the low, low life (representing) yeah
I said I'm repping for the low life
(I'm representing) la, la, la, low life
I said I'm repping for the Low life
(I'm representing for the low life)
I'm repping for the low life (wait, wait, low life)
Yeah, they stereotyping
'Cause they know a **** keep ten rifles (ten rifles)
And they know a **** keep ten snipers (ten snipers)
Keeping baby bottles like we wearing diapers (mm-uh)
Yeah, they stereotyping
'Cause they know a **** keep twenty rifles (mm-uh)
And they know a **** keep twenty snipers (szz-szz)
And they know a **** keep ten rifles (hahahaha)
Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
Oh, that's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
I just took some molly, what else?
Got some bitch from Follies with us
She gon' fuck the squad, what else?
I'ma fuck her bras, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what's up?
Ferrari in the lambs, what else?
About to fuck this club up, what else?
We about to fuck this club up, what else?
Written by: Future, The Weeknd
