Low Lyrics

Get it on the low

The dope

You smoke

Take it up the nose

The blow

Pure snow

Bumping on some K

Black tray

Space way

Motherfuckers know

We lit

Fresh fit

I be on some shit

Bitch I'm smoking tainted

So fire it ain't rated

Rollin' with the crew

Pop a blue, make a move

Always staying true

To the groove

At a fest, watch me manifest

The feelings of a broken crest

Dogma of a facetious test

Scopes in the city with a laser red sight

Killer in demand, don't even put up a fight

When I pop a fucking Perc-y you know I kill with no mercy

Come around me, you know that death is always lurking

Fuck around and find out, that's the fucking motto

Treat ya' death as winning the motherfucking lotto

Drag you away to my cabin out in the haunted woods

Chop you up, dump you out, sell all your precious goods

Get it on the low

The dope

You smoke

Take it up the nose

The blow

Pure snow

Bumping on some K

Black tray

Space way

Motherfuckers know

We lit

Fresh fit

I be on some shit

I'm never stopping always looking for the next kill

Just looking for a thrill I just need one more pill

Just another pill, just another kill

Just another pill, just another kill

I just need to calm the demons screaming in my fucking brain

Make me go insane with all this major psychological pain

Get it on the low

The dope

You smoke

Take it up the nose

The blow

Pure snow

Bumping on some K

Black tray

Space way

Motherfuckers know

We lit

Fresh fit

I be on some shit

Get it on the low

The dope

You smoke

Take it up the nose

The blow

Pure snow

Bumping on some K

Black tray

Spaceway

Motherfuckers know

We lit

Fresh fit

I be on some shit