On The Low (Feat. Trinidad James)

Hook x2: Logic 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 Verse 1: Logic 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 Hook x2: Logic 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 Verse 2: Kid Ink 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 Hook x2: Logic 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 Verse 3: Trinidad James 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' Hook x2: Logic 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