Mike Lowrey Lyrics

See all of my niggas some strikers like Kane and lynch don't know a runner for real, they got left

On the bench and I know niggas still hatin

I'm the shit like stench, just like Friday, we creep like the Grinch

Ayy, on your head, why the fuck did you order a vest

I'm tryna pull up and paint like the Maryland mess

If I ain't money, or plays, keep that shit on your chest

Stick Like a sleep aid, I swear it put him to rest

Ain't got time for games, bitch, I'm on to the next

Ain't gotta prove I can rap, nigga, know I'm the best

See a opp and I catch me a flagrant, like Ron Artest

Serve three different zips in a hour nothing less

Bitch, I'm tryna trap like Tech, spent a couple of zeros to freeze on my neck

Man, these niggas be green like Shrek

Pull up so fast on a opp, think I flew in a jet

See I beat that hoe up like a punchline

War ready, I'll say that shit one time

Shit smoke get you high, you won't come down

Two legs and they still won't run down

Could have eight and they still wouldn't run up

Bitch, I beat from the back, pull a wig, lift the front up

Ayy, if a nigga wasn't with me before I was hot

Don't try to get cool and stay around for a come up

Put ten on his head, off the rip like I'm bron

Bitch, I score like I play for the Suns

Ayy, I'm just tryna make money and have me some fun

Police Pull up on the play, put the gas in her bun

Brando for-real, can't knock bitch its dope in the wall

Come to my crib, call his folks, he ain't make it at all

And if I slide with that stick, I'ma crash like Paul

And they can't stand me, they know that I'm raw

See all of my niggas some strikers like Kane and Lynch dont know a runner for real, they got left on the bench, and I know niggas still hating, I'm the shit like stench

Just like like Friday, we creep like the Grinch

Ayy, on your head, why the fuck did you order a vest

I'm tryna pull up and paint like the Maryland mess, if It ain't money, or plays, keep that shit on your chest

Stick like a sleep aid, I swear it put him to rest

Ayy, just woke up and rolled me a wood for the hella of it

Real za, you can tell from the smell of it

Ain't tryna beef, but we heating shit up like hell on it

Trust gone, these niggas a tell on it, still free

Cree in the December, I know he gone bail on them, Ice like Tony Hawk

Bitch, put a rail on it, ayy, use to serve white like Rilow Kyle

Put the Glock to his head, Mike Lowrey

Ayy, shoot like Curry, don't step on my island

Fuckin' hard off a perk, she be sayin' that I'm wild

All that bitchin' and cryin', they ain't tryna get violent

I'm on President's status, I feel like I'm Byron

Bitch, I been in them trenches, I'm somethin' like a lineman

I might go get a AP, put ice on my time

I be tellin' the truth, and this shit just rhyming

I got J's, they'll shoot, get slimey

See, all of my niggas some strikers like Kane and Lynch

Don't know a runner, for real, they got left on the bench

And I know niggas still hatin', I'm the shit like stench

Just like Friday, we creep like the Grinch

Ayy, on your head, why the fuck did you order a vest

I'm tryna pull up and paint like the Maryland mess

If it ain't money, or plays, keep that shit on your chest

Stick like a sleep aid, I swear it put him to rest