Lowly God
Finesse
Lowly:
Creepin in the day, go out when it’s night
Paypal cheque, cash out, visa card in my right
Blade in my left, make my wrist gleam, bright
Wrecked the beam, now its time to get a benz
Making money with my team
You say you a friend, but you is not to me
You an enemy
Plastic, printed 3d, everything the same lowkey
Hit the juug, take your money
Sorry, you just got finessed, by the best, me and murdabox got them crying, cause we in the club, dressed to fuck, and they stressed, working 9-5 for a lil cheque
Just hit the louie store up
Hold up, bitch, I’m finna call plug real quick
One sec, one sec... shit

Murdabox:
Man i’m trippin but not tweakin
I’m not feelin, blood is leakin
Orange tesla, blue hunnids
Lookin fresh, bitch i am stunning
Shootin high but laying low
Fast lane, gold chain, ridin dirty
Sippin purple, wrist froze, ridin slow

Icy rocks in my pack
Icy rock on my wrist
Shorty say she gotta go
I told that bitch she won't be missed
I popped some pills
Feelin dizzy, i can't see my vision black
Lowly, murda on the track
We gotta tell em run it back