[Intro]
Low-life, bitch, I'm repping for the low-life
Bitch, I'm repping for the boys from the city, sitting courtside
We don't want this, making noise
From the west side, to the beach, to my hommies from the north side
Low-life, bitch, I'm repping for the low-life
Bitch, I'm repping for the boys from the city, sitting courtside
We don't want this, making noise
From the west side, to the beach, to my hommies from the north side

[Chorus]
Low-life, bitch, I'm repping for the low-life
Bitch, I'm repping for the boys from thе city, sitting courtside
We don't want this, making noise
From thе west side, to the beach, to my hommies from the north side
Three strikes, boy
Never rocking solo, like I'm Three Stacks, boy
Never even [?] for a three stack, [?]
[?] my back, like [?]
Fuck the whole front row, at the show
We was [?]

[Bridge]
Lose yourself to dance
Lose yourself to dance
Lose yourself to dance (Lose, lose, lose, lose)
[Verse 1]
[?] lights, gettin' blinded by the [?] lights
Gettin' bited and destroyed by some motherfuckin' poisoned poppin' courtside
I was fuckin' busy, busy fuckin', like it was my last (Day, day, day, day)
We've been gettin' high like Hayley Mary
My baby loves the white, my baby loves the Katy Perry
My baby loves the fact that I'm so sexy when I shake it
When I'm going crazy, baby, I'm breaking down relations

[Bridge]
Low-life, bitch, I'm repping for the low-life
Bitch, I'm repping for the boys from the city, sitting courtside
We don't want this, making noise
From the west side, to the beach, to my hommies from the north side

[Verse 2]
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Never leave the house without one
Keep the thing on me, Imma pop off
Keep my head hanging out the sunroof
Fuckin' busy, busy fuckin', without you
That's just the way it is
Playin' a game you can't win
I let you run wild for a while, now i let you...

[Bridge]
Lose yourself to dance
Lose yourself to dance
Lose yourself to dance (Lose, lose, lose, lose)
Lose yourself to dance
Lose yourself to dance
Lose yourself to dance (Lose, lose, lose, lose)
[Chorus]
Low-life, bitch, I'm repping for the low-life
Bitch, I'm repping for the boys from the city, sitting courtside
We don't want this, making noise
From the west side, to the beach, to my hommies from the north side
Three strikes, boy
Never rocking solo, like I'm Three Stacks, boy
Never even [?] for a three stack, [?]
[?] my back, like [?]
Fuck the whole front row, at the show
We was [?]