Lowkey Lyrics

I really just be vibin' out

I'm strollin' through the city

Ain't into slidin' out

I'm focused up and gettin' litty

They like to kill the artist

So I'm one deep wit my glizzy

They took my brother from me

I won't let these niggas get me

In the studio, just switchin' verbs

You know we gettin' busy

I'm in here offa thrax

We twistin' herbs in big ole blizzy's

Been stayin' out the way

Cuz most these niggas iffy

I been tryna up my pay

So I can give my ma a milly

I been movin' lowkey

I don't really roll deep

Actin' like they know me

Most these niggas phony

Gotta keep it on me

If you try, it's blown heat

Just been thinkin' bout Young Pablo

Prolly why I'm lonely

I ain't stressin' bout no trolls

That's gon send a phone tweet

I been tryna get a Rolls

And my sis a Rolex

I been prayin' every night

It got me feelin' holy

And been standin' on my bidness

I won't let 'em hoe me

But oh me, go back

Let me switch the flow back

Jack Harlow type beat

It got me feelin' like I'm Kodak

But I ain't sippin' no yak

And I ain't missin' no Jack

Pasto for healin'

You can miss me wit the cognac

Baby where the lo at

I'll be there in a four flat

Don't ask me boutta a hoe

And baby I ain't lickin' no cat

Her legs all on my collar

Then I'm walkin' where the door at

She asked me for some more

And then I cracked her where the floor at

Up while niggas snoozin' lately

Ain't been missin' no racks

Member I was losin' daily

Now I'm flippin' more packs

The way that I maneuver crazy

Hit the beat and flow tracks

One day we gon be super cakey

Hit the scene, and blow racks

My flow just like dope

And $o he boutta drop some more crack

Was taught to neva fold

That nigga sold, and he go back

That nigga ain't my bro

Man he a hoe and bogus, know dat

G $o been his zone

Alone and focused, gettin' mo' racks

I been movin' lowkey

I don't really roll deep

Actin' like they know me

Most these niggas phony

Gotta keep it on me

If you try, it's blown heat

Just been thinkin' bout Young Pablo

Prolly why I'm lonely

I ain't stressin' bout no trolls

That's gon send a phone tweet

I been tryna get a Rolls

And my sis a Rolex

I been prayin' every night

It got me feelin' holy

And been standin' on my bidness

I won't let 'em hoe me

I been standin' on my bidness

Nigga all I know is ten toes

Workin' on my fitness

Nigga startin' flippin' pillows

Been tryna get them riches

Just to pull up tinted windows

Ain't worried bout no bitches

Cash App, no we don't send those

They wanna give me kisses

Back then they used to friend zone

Had yo chance, but then you missed it

Baby girl you betta get on

You was actin' real funny, crazy

Now I'm puttin' shit on

Just been runnin' up the money lately

What G Pe$o been on

I'm in here offa thrax

You know the pasto got my mind stuck

Somewhere writin' raps

Yea that's mostly where you find us

For the zaza Ima tax

Pe$o came up off that crime stuff

Member used to come in last

Now they mad they behind us

We came up from them rags

And them glads, and them timers

Boutta come on that bag

Now they sad we some shiners

Just might pull up in a Jag

Pop the tag and its designer

Just might hit her from the back

And make her tap, cuz she a whiner

I been movin' lowkey

I don't really roll deep

Actin' like they know me

Most these niggas phony

Gotta keep it on me

If you try, it's blown heat

Just been thinkin' bout Young Pablo

Prolly why I'm lonely

I ain't stressin' bout no trolls

That's gon send a phone tweet

I been tryna get a Rolls

And my sis a Rolex

I been prayin' every night

It got me feelin' holy

And been standin' on my bidness

I won't let 'em hoe me