Real Low ft. ITSTANR Lyrics

I told the plug put the pack in the mail

And I got your bitch on me, I swear she won't tell if she was mine, then I'd pay for the nails

Big body Benz and it look like a whale, uh

I don't wanna talk to you, no no no no

Your bitch tryna fuck, I keep it real low

She really hate it when she be all alone

She a crazy bitch, be checking my phone

I told the plug put the pack in the mail

And I got your bitch on me, I swear she won't tell if she was mine, then i'd pay for the nails

Big body Benz and it look like a whale, uh

I don't wanna talk to you, no no no no

Your bitch tryna fuck, I keep it real low

She really hate it when she be all alone

She a crazy bitch, be checking my phone

Yeah I don't want to talk to you no no no no

I'm popping my shit 'cause I know what I'm on

I know what I'm on and I know when I'm getting it

She want to come fuck on me yeah keep wishing it

Its a real young nigga right here

She sipping the lean never do the beer

She slurring her words no I can not hear

And no I'm not judging you my dear

'Cause I know its been a long time since you had some fun

You been going through ya ups and downs

Holding everything down to the ground

Going out and you're on you're own sometimes it get lonely

Gotta pick yo head up and let the world you own it yeah

You gotta own that shit

You gotta pick yo head up high let the whole world know you it

Yeah let my nigga tanner tell it he gon tell yo ass to go out get a fucking mansion

I told the plug put the pack in the mail

And I got your bitch on me, I swear she won't tell if she was mine, then I'd pay for the nails

Big body Benz and it look like a whale, uh

I don't wanna talk to you, no no no no

Your bitch tryna fuck, I keep it real low

She really hate it when she be all alone

She a crazy bitch, be checking my phone

I told the plug put the pack in the mail

And I got your bitch on me, I swear she won't tell

if she was mine, then I'd pay for the nails

Big body Benz and it look like a whale, uh

I don't wanna talk to you, no no no no

Your bitch tryna fuck, I keep it real low

She really hate it when she be all alone

She a crazy bitch, be checking my phone

Switch it up, switch it up, had to go get it

Uh, had to go run up my digits

She banging my line telling me that she miss it

Uh, I'm not tryna make you my mrs

The haters gon' hate and I swear they gon' copy

We finna take off no rocket

You know that I'm keeping that glock in my pocket

Ain' nobody finna stop me

Little bitch I do not know who you are

We finna go up to mars

And we be driving all these foreign cars

Gotta give it up to God

We came from the bottom so now we gon' run it up

Little bitch don't want no smoke with us

You look in my closet it's full of them 1 of 1's

If we be fucking lil bitch then it's one and done