Low ft. Yukmouth Lyrics

Nigga, yuck up in this motherfucker Regime life, nigga, let's get it, baby

Zilla, I spit hot fire like Thailand You can mob deep and I'm still beefing like Saigon

The icon, cooler than LL with the mic on My right arm, I spit explosions like a pipe bomb

You haters better let bygones be bygones I choke you niggas to death like a python

Don't fuck with me, just run it up with me I catch this buck 50, cheat the cheek

I tell my shooters when to go, like kick the snake

Sheesh, choppa spraying like a airbrush This thing could get real fucked up like Yeezy haircut

Don't come near us, nigga, only compare yuck to the goats

Pac, Biggie, Nas, and Hoes Drake, Kendrick, and Cole

Andre, 3 Triple O's Not the head of my class, but still I'm on a roll

One of the last rappers left that still ain't sold his soul

I keep on moving like soul to soul, yo What you see is the Holy Ghost and the Holy Grail

Roller L, screaming, fuck cancel culture and go, Chappelle

What you see is the Holy Ghost and the Holy Grail Roller L, fuck cancel culture, go, Chappelle

It's the Vilmo and the Ezo Yuck your recipe, you better get low

It's the Vilmo and the Ezo Yuck your recipe, you better get low

Get low, get, get, get low Get low, get, get, get low

Get low, get, get, get low Yuck your recipe, you better get low

Rage team general, recipe Big shit like a mechanic, Trader Joe's organic

Black Rob, whoa, it's the new Jim Crow Seventy babies like Black Z

Canadian bacon and eggs like Selski Scandalous like my homie, the N.U.T

If you talking San Francisco, don't mention me It's a fag on the play, it's a penalty

I'm a big fish, use a fish stick Small pie without the big fish

Entree, I'm the main dish Your main dish, that's my side dish

It's the Vilmo and the Ezo Yuck your recipe, you better get low

It's the Vilmo and the Ezo Yuck your recipe, you better get low

Get low, get, get, get low Get low, get, get, get low

Get low, get, get, get low Yuck your recipe, you better get low