Low Lands

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[Intro] Record Ay Ay [Chorus] Tell 'em no stress, no biggie (Okay) Baby, I'm just too jiggy (Uh-huh) Better know I brought that with me (Okay) 'Case they get too iffy (Uh-huh) Baby, don't stress, don't sweat it (Okay) Put it all on my debit (Uh-huh) Niggas know how I'm comin' (Okay) And they know what we hatin' (Uh-huh) [Post-Chorus] Runnin' 'round through that left side, low end (Low end) All of my niggas need more ends (More ends) If he got beef, don't come out (Come out) 'Cause my young hitter, might go in (Go in) Up town G in Workin' all through my weekend Hoppin' these niggas don't show out 'Cause all of my hitters, too deep in [Verse] Fuck with the boy, I'm soap sheened Ain't worried 'bout shit long as my money and my dope green Baby, I ain't got work tomorrow, tell me what the businеss is Ain't about no club hype, hoe, I'm tryna start some businеsses Shawty fuck you thought it was? They better know it's not that Talkin' all that shit online, they knowin' that it's not fact Slidin' through my hood, I make maneuvers like an Uber, baby Got a ten-year plan, these niggas can't tell what they doin', lately And I'm way too clean, I'm Listerine, I thought they been knew it Blunts all in my lungs, I got my red cup full of that hemp fluid Young middle map mac, I'm swangin' that lack, I'm bangin' that do or die And I ain't that hoe lately, ass hoe leave 'fore I get crucified Pimpin' in my bloodline, bitch, this player shit in my family tree How the fuck they pressed out? Did my best out of what they handed me Straight outta that country, know my shawty thick as human air And I need not mention, no extensions, ho, that's human hair Boy we grew in there in [Pre-Chorus] Runnin' 'round through that left side, low end (Low end) All of my niggas need more ends (More ends) If he got beef, don't come out (Come out) 'Cause my young hitter, might go in (Go in) Up town G in Workin' all through my weekend Hoppin' these niggas don't show out 'Cause all of my hitters, too deep in [Chorus] Tell 'em no stress, no biggie (Okay) Baby, I'm just too jiggy (Uh-huh) Better know I brought that with me (Okay) 'Case they get too iffy (Uh-huh) Baby, don't stress, don't sweat it (Okay) Put it all on my debit (Uh-huh) Niggas know how I'm comin' (Okay) And they know what we hatin' (Uh-huh) [Post-Chorus] And it be that left side, low end That left side, low end Tha-tha-tha-tha-that left side, low end That left side, low end [Outro: Woman & Xavy Rusan] We were livin' in some projects (Mmm-hmm…) And they were new projects (Yeah) They had hot and cold runnin' water (*Laughing*) They had hot and cold runnin' water, baby
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