YCK - Lowkey Lyrics

Rolling out the back got blunts in the bag
Pulled a swisher out the pack got about four grams
GSC smacked motherf*ckers on blast
All day the green lasts while Zack's counting bands

Smoked out the pad we got a plug down the road
Always hookin us up we don't a promo code
Smoking dope. It makes it easy to cope
Sky high in the clouds you know how that shit go

It's pretty f*cking accurate I'm inadequate
One thing I knew how to do good was how to be sad as shit
10 years went by like what the f*ck is happening
World on my shoulders and I'm sick and tired of having it

Asian bitch straight fresh outta Bangkok
Dirty like these bitches getting piped by the same rod
So tired of these pussies claiming they all slang rock
They say they made a lane they all sing the same song

Yeah we like to keep it low key
But we stay rolling deep when I'm with the whole team
Straight packing heat got a K in the seat
Burning through all the weed pussyboi don't f*ck with me

Let all my f*cking enemies rest in peace
They'll be dead under me bitch you best believe
It ain't always what you see ain't always how it seems
Yeah they think they know me but my looks can deceive

All these pussy rappers think that they can compete
Got a new f*cking sound but I beg to disagree
Cooking up shit why don't you come and see
Don't test me motherf*cker got a blade in the sheath

Life is just a cycle homicidal's just a title
Burning on a f*cking bible while I'm gripping on a rifle
Now survival going primal all these pills are going vital
Murder weapon court denial feel like OJ Simpson at a trial

Keep talking motherf*cker know I'm gonna have to blast ya
Slanging on my dope yeah I'm a tall yellow bastard
Writing all these bars that's a skill I have mastered
And when I'm f*cking dead just leave all my ashes scattered

Yeah we like to keep it low key
But we stay rolling deep when I'm with the whole team
Straight packing heat got a K in the seat
Burning through all the weed pussyboi don't f*ck with me