40 Bars

Stupid tG on this track
LowTheGreat, LowTheGreat, LowTheGreat
LowTheGreat

Ay fuckin’ with these bandz
Got my pockets and my eyes low
Wrist too clean, my nigga
I call it time froze your girlfriend
Wanna fuck that’s not even my hoe
Imma do the dash and bounce
To a different time zone

Eyes low, hey lil nigga! You a nice guy
You ain’ pullin’ on no triggas’
She a wild bitch and a fuckin’ gold digga’
And that tommy always on me
I ain't wearing Hilfiger
Or like, I get bread and don’t say shit
Issa new whip and my bands it’s a space ship
Bucket in my bag
And my niggas gettin’ caked with
She get in her, feelings now I’m mad
She a fake bitch
Stupid! (haha) I’m on hot shit
He talk shit (pop pop) he get shot quick
Made 20 bands on the chicks, on my side bitch
Came up, and ran with the shit
And I got rich
It’s over! Ay! What this a Rolex?
Catch me with a bad foreign
Bitch and we both flex
Tell me how we trappin niggas
Sippin’ on this Hitech
Need 2 pounds loud, give me 5 secs

We got the hot shit we got the mob sticks
We take them shots
Like them pics we gon’ crop shit
Over! Ay! Lil baby
Give her 2 Xans and she start acting crazy
Sip a lil lean with my bro now we lazy
I hopped out that Mazi, so they wanna fade me
(Dummy)
I don’t fight so you should bring a vest
Matter fact, that shit don’t really matter
We gon’ hit your head
Aiming and off tops like I’m
Spittin’ verses made of lead
Then these niggas crop
Like we Instagram his fuckin’ head
Why you so mad, my nigga, I get bucks?
My bitch ain’t average, nigga, you fuck ducks
I've been in my bag lil
Nigga don’t give fucks
And a bitch shake ass for Donald
But don’t suck like chill
I rap about it I don’t post about it
All my niggas catchin’ bodies
Never really spoken about it
Deffo' gotta catch you out in traffic
We gon’ take you out it
All I know is I be ridin’ in a fuckin’ Audi
All these niggas actin’ all stupid
Don’t get fucking rowdy
Kloud Gang, caught shit, set
I get fuckin' Kloudy stupid