Low Down

Cook that shit up, Quay Verse 1 Go to lunch in the Jewish community Yeah I wouldn't tell on the bros with immunity Nah Playin' victim, that shit ain't gon' ruin me I'm the only now that outdo me I got hoes?by?the?group tryna do?me My life like?a movie, get head in the water Don't gotta put in no work, I send orders This shit done got serious, them millions come plural, I'm living by morals We swipe 'em, ain't keepin', no Dora Explorer I'm young and I'm turnt, I got bitches galore My baby, my whip cost two-fifty, I'm splurgin' Got five million cash just in case of emergency My young niggas kill, get away, they be purgin' It happened like this, I ain't do it on purpose I'm working my move, nigga, which one of you workin' I turned on my crew, bought a coupe off of verses I'm tired of these strippers, I'm going at nurses and doctors and dentists You started, I finished, I told you we with it My word is like gold to my city I tell 'em to go, they gon' get it I heard that you froze when they hit it Putting these hoes in the business, you know that you tripping I tell 'em no, they gon' listen Knowin' these niggas be sweet and some bitches, I'm different Chorus She tryna leave me, I'm low down I hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'round I'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profile All of my cars get delivered with no miles They think they do and we don't, I don't know how Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds I put on drip every day from the floor up I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah Verse 2 Cullinan shot in, my driver named Solid I keep him on point, make sure nobody follow us I got a Glock with a shot that can stop a truck I get the money eight ways like an octopus No way in hell I'ma give all these choppers up Team full of players, ain't nobody stopping us He out of line, give a fuck, then we poppin' him Been raisin' hell, back in school, I was popular, yeah All of my hoes get facials, face me Make her my bitch too much, she lazy I was thinking prices too high, then I raised 'em Shit in my bank account gettin' outrageous Niggas smellin' like that, had to switch up my fragrance And I'm sending out shots if the fouls get flagrant Switch up my route to the house, had to change it Still with the shit, I forget that I'm famous Chorus She tryna leave me, I'm low down I hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'round I'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profile All of my cars get delivered with no miles They think they do and we don't, I don't know how Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds I put on drip every day from the floor up I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah She tryna leave me, I'm low down I hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'round I'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profile All of my cars get delivered with no miles They think they do and we don't, I don't know how Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds I put on drip every day from the floor up I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah Outro I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up I put on drip every day from the floor up I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up I put on drip every day