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On the Low (feat. Kid Ink, Trinidad Jame$)

On the low

What's up with you ho

Bitches smokin' dro

Bet you know

Bust like forty four

When I spit that flow 'cause we go hard

Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard

Fuck your broad

Bitch I bet I couldBitch 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 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 ParkWhere they kill after dark but that never occur to youBeen broke, dirt brokeWhile 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 wroteOn 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

Off three shots but, you ain't hear the gun cockFat ass blunt nigga, yours looks sun dried

What it do, I'm on twoTell 'em straight up, no juiceNever goin' back to the broke old daysBut I've got a room full of retro J's

Never seen these, look back at itI see your bank and I laugh at itBlowin' kush up, like an air mattress

One hit will leave a nigga asthmaticAnd 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 motiveMy time

My time is now

I cannot wait

They say that love, it comes with hate

When I made it out the streets

And then 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

'Cause 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

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