Listen to Low Life (feat. The Weeknd) by Future

Low Life (feat. The Weeknd)

Future

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
Benjamin Diehl
Benjamin Diehl
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Producer
Ben Billions
Ben Billions
Producer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Seth Firkins
Seth Firkins
Mixing Engineer
QUENNEVILLE JASON
QUENNEVILLE JASON
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

High-high, get-get, gettin' high, everybody gettin' high Get-get-get-gettin' high, you're unbelievably high I just took some molly, what else? (Hey) Got some bitch from Follies with us ('scuse me, 'scuse me) She gon' fuck the squad, what else? (I swear) I'ma fuck her broads, what else? (Yeah, yeah) Bitch from Pakistan, what up? ('Rari) Ferraris and 'em Lambs, what else? (Skrrt, 'krrt) 'Bout to fuck this club up, what else? (Yeah, yeah) (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga, turn up) I turn the Ritz into a poor house (turn up) It's like eviction number four now (woo) Go 'head and ash it on the floor now (swear) Girl, go 'head and show me how you go down And I feel my whole body peakin' (yeah) And I'm fuckin' anybody with they legs wide (racks) Gettin' faded with some bitches from the West Side (woo) East coast nigga reppin' North Side, never waste a ho's time (Freebandz) Bitch, I'm on my own time, fuck a nigga co-sign (woo) Always change my number and my phone line (and my, and my) Baby girl, I don't lie, used to have no money for a crib (turn up) Now my room service bill cost your whole life (ayy) If they try to stunt me, I go all out military (turn up) I'm camo'd all out, like I'm in the military (turn up) And free up all my niggas locked up in the penitenti' (swear) 'Cause I'm always reppin' for that low life Reppin' for that low life (turn up), low life, low life Low life, know I'm reppin' for that low Low life (representin'), yeah (I'm representin') Said I'm reppin' for that low life (representin') Low life, low life, low life, low life (I'm representin' for that low life) Said I'm reppin' for that low life (I'm reppin', that's reppin', I'm reppin') Low life, low life, low life (rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo, woo), yeah Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water I been on the molly and 'em Xans with your daughter If she catch me cheatin', I won't ever tell her, "Sorry" If she catch me cheatin', I will never tell her, "Sorry" Porsches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got 'Raris Takin' pain pills on the plane, gettin' chartered Poppin' tags on tags, I was starvin', bitch, I got the juice and the carbine Turn a five-star hotel to a trap house Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out Flood my cross with ice, gettin' money my religion Got my baby mama and my side bitch kissin' I turn the Ritz into a lean house (yeah), this the sixth time gettin' kicked out (woo) I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous Niggas tryna ride my fuckin' wave, now they salty Runnin' with the wave, get you killed quick Shoot you in your back like you Ricky (Ricky) Lil' Mexico, with no life to afterlife, my whole life, my whole life 'Cause I'm always reppin' for that low life (wait), low life, low life Low life, know I'm reppin' for that low Low life (representin'), yeah (I'm representin') Said I'm reppin' for that low life (representin', wait) Low life, low life, low life, low life (I'm representin' for that low life, for the low life) Said I'm reppin' for that low life (for the low life, I'm reppin' for the low life) Low life, low life, low life (wait, wait, low life), yeah Yeah, they stereotypin' 'cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles (ten rifles) And they know a nigga keep ten snipers (ten snipers) Keepin' baby bottles like we wearin' diapers Yeah, they stereotypin' 'cause they know a nigga keep 20 rifles And they know a nigga keep 20 snipers And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys (ha-ha-ha) Sniper, 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, ha Gettin' high, gettin', gettin' high, everybody gettin' high Gettin', gettin', gettin' high, everybody gettin' high High-high, gettin', gettin' high, everybody gettin' high Gettin', gettin', gettin' high, and I'm the reason why (Gettin' high, gettin', gettin' high, everybody gettin' high) I just took some molly, what else? (Gettin', gettin', gettin' high, everybody gettin' high) got some bitch from Follies with us (High-high, gettin', gettin' high, everybody gettin' high) she gon' fuck the squad, what else? (Gettin', gettin', gettin' high, and I'm the reason) I'ma fuck her broads, what else? Bitch from Pakistan, what up? Ferraris and 'em Lambs, what else? 'Bout to fuck this club up, what else? We 'bout to fuck this club up, what else?
Writer(s): Benjmain Dyer Diehl, Abel Tesfaye, Jason Quenneville, Martin Daniel Mckinney, Nayvadius Wilburn, Khaled Khaled Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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