Lower Case Lyrics

Aye

Let's go

Turn this bitch to Gotham City I'm the Batman

Nah I'm in all black I'm the black man

Think these niggas need a hat cause you the cap man

They done let the trap niggas in the chat man

Yeah

God showing me his grace, grace

Must be that cuz I'm always in his favor

And we the realest niggas in the place

Wait

How she got all of that ass and no

Waist

Listen I don't really got no time to waist

If it ain't bout cheese I'm a have to take a rain check

Why these haters always smiling in my face

And how you niggas hustling and you ain't got no change yet

Look they said I'm the one I'm the Neo

Two women plus me that's a trio

I said baby I'm a pro I ain't no rookie

And this dick to overpriced for some broke pussy

Yeah

I think I just hit my stride

Got the drip, watch me slip and slide with it

Nigga dipped like I just stepped in some tide

And this Jesus on my neck said gone and testify so

So

Shorty on her grind so she had to make it

Got that cap and gown on and she graduated

Bitches on the sideline they just had to hate it

Fuck um we congratulate it

Yeah

Look

I done Fucked around and drunk the whole bottle bitch I'm lit

We ain't worried bout, no tomorrows this is it

Tell the DJ play my whole album Cuz I'm the shit

And these hoes wanna know about um so tell um this

I'm that Nigga, they love to hate

Yeah, we been getting cake in and out of state

And that's a fact

My pockets say I'm Overweight

And Niggas cap, the opposite of lowercase

Shit Run that back

Hold on

Look

Coming from the trenches where that tension at

Niggas looking for that tree I got that Christmas pack

She just trying to find vibes but they ain't giving that

Niggas broke I think they need some fix a flat

South side 419 where my hittas at

All these niggas in the party where the women's at

You gone babysit that shot or is you sipping that

All this Ice on me like I'm trying to bring the winter back

Yeah, this ain't always what it was

It feel better when you get it out the mud

I remember niggas didn't show no love

Now I'm standing on this couch and you can't get inside the club

Aye

Profiling and Styling on these Niggas think I'm Rick Flair

Living in these bitches minds and I don't pay no rent there

Heard you still on your grind and you can't get a cent there

I just keep this shit player

I done Fucked around and drunk the whole bottle bitch I'm lit

We ain't worried bout, no tomorrows this is it

Tell the DJ play my whole album Cuz I'm the shit

And these hoes wanna know about um so tell um this

I'm that Nigga, they love to hate

Yeah, we been getting cake in and out of state

And that's a fact

My pockets say I'm Overweight

And Niggas cap, the opposite of lowercase

Shit Run that back

Hold on