YCK - Lowkey II Lyrics

Smoking in the backyard crash and I can't start
Blunts to the face when I race like it's NASCAR
Bitch I've been my own plug growing all my own drugs
Step into the dirt and I've been digging f*cking bones up

Pretty f*cking factual that I don't like a casual
I'm winging all this shit I'm rolling deeper with no manual
Can't see well you got glaucoma
Backing up quick put you in a Glock coma

No one say let's go out to f*cking Fresno
I don't need a bitch in my ear cause I said so
Say that I'll be famous but I don't think being less known
Making any difference I already made a death note

Drug composing I'm down and I'm feeling loaded
I'm smoking alone and hoping a f*cker would toe to toe and
Fade that's a fact no problem when I attack
So wack when they all rap but f*ck it I made a stack

Yeah we like to keep it lowkey
Hard up in the paint bitch I gotta go deep
Rolling up first then I'm getting proceeds
I've been spilling codeine I'm a f*cking dope fiend

Body bag zip zip blunts that I rip rip
Bet you went and f*ckin told the cops little tip tip
Thinking that you big shit then you start to nitpick
'Bout ta meet up with your bitch f*ck then I dip quick

Break a f*cking vessel all my demons I will meddle with
Drugs up in my blood I pay the statement I will settle with
Ain't a lot of rappers I can say that I be level with
Triple six up I be repping all the devil shit

Back vengeance ideas I f*cking penned it
I've gotten all your attention I'm serving a time my sentence
Going never ending this money I want to spend it
Well I'm guessing that's the benefit of federal pension

Locking em up I'm hopping a bump when I ride and swerve
Copping a cup I'm coughing it up now we tied in first
To me it's so amusing they try me but I'm the master
I beat em into a pulp and I'm leaving a body tattered

Yeah we like to keep it lowkey
Hard up in the paint bitch I gotta go deep
Rolling up first then I'm getting proceeds
I've been spilling codeine I'm a f*cking dope fiend