On The Low (feat. Trinidad James & Kid Ink)

On the low, what's up with you ho

Bitches smokin' dro

Bet you know

Bust like forty four

When I spit that flow 'cuz we go hard

Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard

Fuck your broad

Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would

Lemme get it, lemme get it, lemme get it right now

That's the shit I've been on

R A double T P A C K

You know we (know we) shit on

Anybody in the way all day

I'm livin' my life boy you know to the fullest

These women, they love us, they push us and pull us

Just me and my team takin' shots without bullets

Gettin' this money, you know we don't bullshit

People they love it, they know the name

I got a little change, but I'm still the same

So break it down, break it down

The shit I'm rockin, they don't make it now

I've got haters and they talk shit

But that's okay, I've got real shit

That's heartfelt, make you feel shit

But right now it's time for that trill shit

Killers and murderers, dealers and burglars

Round my way, they never heard of you

From that West Deer Park

Where they kill after dark but that never occur to you

Been broke, dirt broke

While my brothers was hustlin' pushin' that coke

That's the life of a G, but it wasn't for me

And for real, that's the reason I wrote

On the low, I be so high, touchin' the sky

I got a wood, so fuck the world, until I die

If you ain't know, it's Kid Ink baby, representin' alumni

I'm off three shots but, you ain't hear the gun cock

Fat ass blunt nigga, yours looks sun dried

What it do, I'm on two

Tell 'em straight up, no juice

Never goin' back to the broke old days

But I've got a room full of retro J's

Never seen these, look back at it

I see your bank and I laugh at it

Blowin' kush up, like an air mattress

One hit will leave a nigga asthmatic

And we goin' up, ain't nobody sober

Know that molly, uncut, eighteen and over

Got three chains, two girls, hangin' over my shoulders

Give it up in one motion, know that money is the motive

My time, my time is now

I cannot wait

They say that love, it comes with hate

When I made it out the streets

Is when that love it turned to hate

I didn't turn up, I turned away

The time is short, no time to waste

All these niggas up in my face, they ain't my friends

All these niggas up in my face, they ain't my friends

I've got fam servin' fiends

And fiends I call my fam

If you wanna keep your bitch

Then make sure she don't cross my path

'Cuz if she do, she see my shoes

She peep my swag, she get online

Check my background

Bitch you seen that cash

My only motto about that money is get more

My only motto about that money is get more (mo', mo')