[Produced by Cirkut & Dr. Luke]
[Intro: Juicy J & (Young Thug)]
My beat low, my bass low, I ride low, she go low
My beat low, my bass low, I ride low
(Juicy, tell 'em what you said bruh)
[Verse 1: Yamine]
Me, Yamine got too many shows
Me, Yamine got too many goals
My clique going far, like the Indiana Pacers
Pull up with Jermaine O'Neal, now I'm a player
All this Gucci on me that I'm gonna violate it
Fly to Miami on Thursday, land in Vegas Friday
Faded at the concert looking fresh, bout to walk the aisle way
Had a girl yesterday and dropped her off at my place
We bout to tear this place apart and get it in all day
I know she love Yamine and I know it ain't no fake
And if I get this bitch, we fucking, it ain't no discussion
It cost to have this gold me my n***a, you way outta yo budget
[Pre-Hook: Juicy J]
My beat low, my bass low, I ride low, she go low
My beat low, my bass low, I ride low, she go low
[Hook: Young Thug]
I get a brick, you know I get it for the low
Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't low
Lil momma know I like my kisses down low
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me, like a penguin
I ain't talkin' bowlin', but I'm with the kingpin
I pull up with a n***a with a real big dick, that's just so good, man a bitch came quick
I ain't ever have a beat, that a bitch ain't rip,I'm fly everyday, but a bitch ain't trippin'
You be on that bull, you be on Scott Pippen,I be pimp walkin', I'm limpin'
C's on my bag, so they think I'm crippin',every n***a in here wanna know what I'm drinkin' -
Myx Moscato, n***as
I keep a pillow with me, just because I'm tired of n***as
I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch
[Pre-Hook: Juicy J]
My beat low, my bass low, I ride low, she go low
My beat low, my bass low, I ride low, she go low
[Hook: Young Thug]
I get a brick, you know I get it for the low
Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't low
Lil momma know I like my kisses down low
[Verse 3: Lil Bibby]
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr. Leave-Her-At-Home-He'll-Take-Your-Ho
Mr. Stack-That-Dough
Young rich n***a used to trap by the store, now I tax for the flow
Tell a rap n***a, "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin', boy, y'all not criminals
At the top, man they talkin' 'bout killin' you
Got two 9's but they're not identical
I'll never trade on my squad, n***a
Ball hard, n***a, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, n***a
In other words, you a fraud, n***a
I'll pull your card, n***a
I'm a young boss, I'm runnin' shit
Call me King Tut, all this gold on, I be blinged up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen nothin'
At the club, their jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz
30 deep, 'bout 20 heats, still stomp him out with my Timbs
I'm in here chillin' with my feet up
I told y'all that I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's time to kill all this weak stuff
Pull the beat up, watch me eat up
[Pre-Hook: Juicy J]
My beat low, my bass low, I ride low, she go low
My beat low, my bass low, I ride low, she go low
[Hook: Young Thug]
I get a brick, you know I get it for the low
Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't low
Lil momma know I like my kisses down low
