Low Life feat. The Weeknd

歌詞

I just took some molly, what else? (Hey) Got some bitch from Follies with us ('scuse me, 'scuse me) She gonna fuck the squad, what else? I'mma fuck her broads, what else? Bitch from Pakistan, what up? Ferraris and them Lambs, what else? 'Bout to fuck this club up, what else? (Get, get, get) I turn the Ritz into a poor house It's like eviction number four now Go 'head and ash it on the floor now Girl go ahead and show me how you go down And I feel my whole body peaking And I'm fucking anybody with they legs wide Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side East coast, nigga repping North Side Never waste a hoe's time (Freebands) Bitch, I'm on my own time Fuck a nigga co-sign Always change my number and my phone line Baby girl, I don't lie Used to have no money for a crib Now my room service bill cost your whole lot If they try to stunt me, I go all out military I'm camo'ed all out, like I'm in the military I free up all my niggas, locked up in the penitentiary Cause I'm always repping for that low life Repping for that low life turn up Low life, low life, low life Know I'm repping for that low, low life Said I'm repping for that low life Low life, low life, low life, low life I'm representing for that low life Low life, low life, low life Yeah Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry Porches in the valley, I got Bentleys, I got Raris Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered Popping tags on tags, I was starving Bitch, I got the juice and the carbon Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissing I turn the Ritz into a lean house This my sixth time getting kicked out I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous Niggas tryna ride my fuckin' wave, now they salty Running with the wave, get you killed quick Shoot you in your back like you Ricky Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife My whole life, my whole life Cause I'm always repping for that low life Low life, low life, low life Know I'm repping for that low, low life Said I'm repping for that low life Low life, low life, low life, low life Said I'm repping for that low life Low life, low life, low life Yeah, they stereotyping Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles And they know a nigga keep ten snipers Keep a baby bottle like we wearing diapers Yeah, they stereotyping Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey? I think I like her, like her, like her, like her That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey? I think I like her, like her, like her, like her Oh, that's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey? I think I like her, like her, like her, like her I just took some molly, what else? Got some bitch from Follies with us She gonna fuck the squad, what else? I'mma fuck her broads, what else? Bitch from Pakistan, what up? Ferraris and them Lambs, what else? 'Bout to fuck this club, what else? 'Bout to fuck this club, what else?