Lowkey

Boy Brutizzy

Gk-Sttar

Yung Trshxxx

Bottles in the club

Pulling up and they came lowkey

Call up the shots call it COD

Fuck all the opps, (right)

I might just do it issa Nike (Yikes!)

Bottles in the club

Pulling up and we came lowkey

Shoot up the shit, call it COD

Coming from the belly of Beast

I got a couple broads on the lease, sheesh

Bottles in the club

And we came lowkey

Fuck all the opps

I lit up the scene through the night

I might just do it issa Nike (Yikes!)

Smokin purp just to cope with the pain

I got 99 problems that dont fit in my brain

Got my fuckin J's on with the shades on

Yeah, U never notice when a nigga eyes low from the grain

Guess im high as a plane but a nigga lowkey

Yeah the vibe is insane, drain from a dope G

Hit the side and the main, plain like the coffee

Pop a bottle of champagne eatin raw cheese

Slowly twenty fingers we them brothers on the track

Flow sick, so drip that she tellin me she wet

I might just buy the bar yeah we fuck up in the car

And she know that imma Sttar pull up, Phantom all black, cat

Flip gun and you know the Death quick

Quit run, wrong turn and you suckin my dick

Yeah They know the kid slick I ain't talkin Slick Kid

Pop a bottle of that henny my wallet is real thick

Real shit, different pedigree, raping heavily

Live fast, boy Trshxxx, Gksttar n Tizzy devilish

I have at least a couple bands on me, lotta hands on me

A nigga barely made it but i gotta lotta fans on me

Im about Madiba e Marshal no meu pocket

The real plug the socket

U niggas is broke as a promise

U know me im lowkey true that n im just bein honest (Niggah!)

Before you date Jess, I’ma beat it

The rap state stressed when I'm in it

The compass messed, when I hit it again

My revenge, G-pass in the scene

This is for the rappers who ain't rapping for real

They got the Will, they get the Hype

But they don't get it for real

Rapping for fuck sake, fuck it wanna traffic the skill

Just being humble

Tell your CEO to cut up the deal

The Sylvester bout to rumble

Boy this shit ain't a film by

My bad, it’s s so sad, for your fake ass nigga

The rap-outcast got paid back, with a Paypal, VISA

Gimme the credit, I shoot you parrot, the AK trigger

I'm Kumar ready, get shooked like Harry I jay that nigga

Why Exodus, Young Nino getting jaded nigga

They giving us blueprints, then elevate it nigga

That's why I came through to do my way

That's how we roll 24/7 in 258

I told my bee if you don't love me just get out my way

Girl I don't fuck with no lil Judy, I'm bout the cake

Cuz pops never supported this

Momma, sister got bored with this

Born to this, told em chill

I'm about to seize my days

I'm tired being a schoolboy, I hate to queue for A's

I want the Bs buying C-Ds, from 1 to 8

Digits in my account, and I'm out of state

Man most of y'all don't hate, most of y’all can't relate (mmh!)

Boy Brutizzy

Gk-Sttar

Yung Trshxxx

Bottles in the club

Pulling up and they came lowkey

Call up the shots call it COD

Fuck all the opps, (right)

I might just do it issa Nike (Yikes!)

Bottles in the club

Pulling up and we came lowkey

Shoot up the shit, call it COD

Coming from the belly of Beast

I got a couple broads on the lease, sheesh

Bottles in the club

And we came lowkey

Fuck all the opps

I lit up the scene through the night

I might just do it issa Nike (Yikes!)