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On The Low ft. Kid Ink & Trinidad James

On The Low ft. Kid Ink & Trinidad James Lyrics Logic (MD)

[Hook]
On the low, what's up with you, hoe? Bitches smokin' 'dro
Bet you know, bust like .44, when I spit that flow
'Cause we go hard like that shit they hustle on the boulevard
Fuck your broad, bitch, I bet I could, bitch, I bet I would
On the low, what's up with you, hoe? Bitches smokin' 'dro
Bet you know, bust like .44, when I spit that flow
'Cause 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]
...I'mma 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
It's 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
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
Rhyme my way, they never heard of ya
From that... park where they kill out the dark
But that never occurred to ya
Been broke, dirt broke
While my brothers was hustling, pushing 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]

[Verse 2]
Stay on the low, I be so high, touching the sky
I've got a wood, so fuck the world, until I die
If you ain't know, it's Kid Ink, baby, reppin' Alumni
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 shoes
Never seen these? Look back at it
I see the bank and I laugh at it
Blowin' kush up like an air mattress
One hit'll leave a nigga asthmatic
And we goin' up, ain't nobody sober
No, that molly uncut, 18 and over
Got three chains, two girls, hangin' over my shoulders
Give it up in one motion, know the money is the motive

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
My time? ....
Ha! My time is now
I cannot wait to see that look...
When I made it out the street is when that love it turned to hate
I didn't turn up, I turned away
The time is short, no time to waste (yup, yup, yup)
All these niggas up in my face, they ain't my friends (no sir)
All these niggas up in my face, they ain't my friends (ha!)
I've got fam' serving 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'll see my shoes
She'll peep my swag, she went online
Checked my background - bitch, you've seen that cash
My only motto about that money is get more
My only motto about that money is get more

[Outro]
On the low, what's up with you, hoe? Bitches smokin' 'dro
Bet you know, bust like .44, when I spit that flow
'Cause we go hard like that shit they hustle on the boulevard
Fuck your broad, bitch, I bet I could, bitch, I bet I would

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