Lowlife

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, can you tell Charlie come turn this light off out here? Ayy, ayy, take the reverb off No echo, no reverb Alright, yeah, alright there we go [Verse 1] Ayy I got propane in my APC's I know all about my plug, he's a lowlife I know all about my bitch, she's a lowlife I know all about myself, I ain't one of them Them cross the street when you see them boys, I run with them Fucking finesse the ride bouncer, I ain't come with them, ayy I am hovering Xanax and downing substances, ayy Keep trying to stop, withdrawal driving through my stomach man Been anti-public man High while made Alternative Trap On my brothers and My heir tryna get my homie back up on this block again Free Paris, if he stabbed you in the back, I carved the knife for him Ayy, ayy man that's fucked up Facing 'Woods, chasing stains, it's me, Javon and Sawbuck Tell them how I love a new bitch like every five months It's gang, gang, baby, do the same thing baby I'm Curt Henning perfect, what you sayin' Plain Janey Bitch I'm bossy, boy, I'm gang when I'm talking to you Girl these drugs don't feel the same when I bought 'em for you Her school all up in your ear But you ain't gon' own me shit boo Girl these drugs don't feel the same when I bought 'em for you Oh you heard about my tactics Well I got a new playbook Vibrating the groupchat, hoping your ass stay shook Fifty-six in they boof pack I think my face go Hit my peak already man, I think I'm just gon' stay home [Chorus] I might find myself stuck in my head And I might find myself lying, saying, "It's alright" And you might myself stuck in your head Do whatever to get high I'm a low life I'm a lowlife I'm coolin' with some lowlifes Man, man, man Ayy, look [Verse 2] I might just go, gone and rob bank today I might superman this bitch and Bape towel the cape I have just gone by myself and made mistakes And I'm a selfish guy, delete your Instagram bae And I'm still out west, good out south when it matter Wicker Park legends on rooftops off ladders Pound sign bitch I'm that boy All he got a quarter pound Take them down my cheese royal Pussy hunnid twelve ducking, real running Nunu pack, skate man, looking Lauren London And check your homie dawg he talking to his sleeve youth Check your homie dawg he talking to his sleeve too [Chorus] I might find myself stuck in my head And I might find myself lost and, "It's alright" And you might myself stuck in your head Do whatever to get high I'm a lowlife Yup, I'm a lowlife I'm blacked out with some lowlifes Lowlife, ayy