In the streets I'm peepin' I trust you, no no All up in my bigness I on the low low
Say they really fake mess with you no mo' Closest people to you So I be rollin'
I'm on the low low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin' I'm on the low
Mo' money mo' problems What said it look like it true to be my homeboy But now I'm payed so tryna sue My got jaguars My garage look a zoo
finger up for the haters Hope the hater isn't you Super cool, that's cool You can feel like you friend But I ain't trusting my money And that's the I count again You saw the (Yeah)
I'm Thinking everybody take my riches Can't take my money out my 'Cause my teller get motion sickness and forth, b-back and forth From in the streets or right back in
Candy car built a tank And my built like a fort Let's go to war, I ain't George I promise ya'll I'm gone be Cause I ain't trusting my either And that's the reason I a spare
In the streets I'm peepin' I trust you, no no All up in my bigness I on the low low
Say they really really Can't mess you no mo' Closest people to you So I be solo
I'm on the low low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin' I'm on the low
I ain't hangin' with of ya'll Outcast [unverified] Win the thing Guard the And all of you gon out
If you don't like it peace out around and I see doubt I known to get to the presidents barrack is on speed dial Yeah it's all me now
Don't want ya and need ya You don't and get to the money And you ain't hungry I feed ya I ain't with no hater
No faker, no I knew it big and they say did And tryna take my credit stole visa If it's at the top
(Top) I'd rather be 'Cause the people to ya The ones who guna do ya me for a broad I promise that I lose no sleep jenny crank can be your freak But my bank account stay obese
In the I'm peepin' game I trust you, no no All up in my mayne I on the low low
Say they really fake Can't with you no mo' Closest to you hate So I be rollin'
I'm on the low low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin' I'm on the low
I be, creeping than low Light blunt I'm smoking the dro Choking, looking, provoke him And a drunk will get and I'll open the do Lungs full of smoke that means slower slow
Feel like I'm and there's nowhere to go So I, just out the bazooka (Blah) Put a fuckin' hole in the Luda, I'm so dope wid the Trunk speakers, pocket fulla [unverified]
How much would a wood chuck If a wood chuck could wood Gripping on the it turn it Blow stack I earned it it another [unverified]
Pull tram Light another Burn it it it up Hear my flow, I it up Everybody grab your
And em, load, sock em em, cock em And aim it up it up Off in the sky Catch me rollin' off in the
26 Leave em 45 always tucked in the Open your See me
'Cause I keep And these boys losing Plus I'm, the of the year Playas is hatin' and hos is
at all the hos you losing Then at all the game I got And you can catch me on the low low Luda ridin' solo, the block
In the I'm peepin' game I can't you, no no All up in my bigness I on the low low
Say they really fake Can't mess you no mo' people to you hate So I be rollin'
I'm on the low low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin' I'm on the low
on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be solo I'm on the low