[Intro]
Brrrr, lowkey you ain't with that shit boy
Like you say, lowkey I’m with my clique, with my gang
Woahah, owwww

[Chorus]
Low-lowkey you ain't with that shit, like you say
Lowkey I'm with my clique, shhh, I’m with my gang
Ay lowkey she wanna fuck, but I don't blame
Low-lowkey they hate my guts, because I blang
Ay lowkey you ain't no roadrunner, you ain't been in no lanes
Lowkey you ain't on shit, huh, and that's a shame
Ay lowkey you ain't with that shit boy, like you say
Lowkey I'm with my clique, ayy, I’m with my gang
Low-lowkey she wanna fuck, ion feel the same
Lil ice up on my wrist bae, I’m cooling mane
I be at the top, like ceiling fane
I-I might some top yeah, then count them bands
I might get some top, then spend a band
Lowkey I spent a band, on Nikes and Vans
See I'm in the cut, shhh, like a cut
I’m getting to the bread, like cold cut
Lowkey I keep shit dirty, damn like a slut
Lowkey finesse your ass boy, damn like a slut
Icy diamonds on my bitch yeah, like hockey puck
I'm skating in the trap yeah, like hockey yuh
Lowkey I'm off the maps, might not be real
Lowkey I be flexed up, like I do curls
Lowkey I be flexed up, like I pump iron
Boy you a scary shooter, ain't on no [?]
You ain’t got no hands, shit
Being all these bands [?], ayy
Shorty understand, shit
Dough boy like same color as a xan
Why I don't fuck with xans
Shit, I'm the man
Shit, like shorty wanna man
Rest in peace Shorty Lo, had to get money way back in 94
[Outro]
Know how we rocking man
Goth shit, Goth Money Taliban World
Owwww