4 THE LOW

Good weed, eyes low

No, we ain't gotta stress no more

Count it up, smoke gas slow

Pounds for the low, call my cell phone

No, I don't let shop close

Froze, yeah, my neck so cold

Clones, I'm the connect, start handin' out clones

Every day wake up and get stoned

I'm talkin' all-natural

I'm rollin' them bats up now, the police don't pat 'em down

I see they be down bad, I'm rollin' up laughing now

These fools be sick, so when I roll six, I don't even pass 'em now, homie, don't even ask 'em now

Black market on the East side they boxed up and got rich

For that same thing they doin' now, homies locked up and I'm pissed

In a whoop wham still boxed up while them white folks get rich (On God)

So I make sure that I buy something every time I make the money flip (Now I be like)

For the low, pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low, pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low, pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low, pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

Rollin' weed and I trip, make money then I dip (Yeah, yeah)

Won't ask for a sip, self-made like Nip (Yeah, yeah)

Boys got chick ways, ride waves like ship (Yeah, yeah)

The game know we good business 'cause we got it like this, baby (What?)

I done made classics, come to that grass, you don't even have to count

Whole turkey bag, I roll it up fast, it don't even last 'em now

Wow, how?

Now they wan' flag 'em down, I do what I want, ain't putting 'em out

For the low, pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low, pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low, pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low, pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low