Dreezy, Coi Leray - Balance My Lows lyrics
Coi Leray [Coi Leray Collins] Boston, Massachusetts/Hackensack, New Jersey, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Dreezy, Coi Leray - Balance My Lows lyrics]
Yeah dreezy yeah yeah (Ooh-wee) yeah
Tryna balance, look at where my lows
(Where my lows, yeah yeah)
Yeah, goin' through some shit
That no one knows
Everytime that I was down, I lift my doors
Yeah niggas act like bitches and it shows
Yeah, 40 on my hip, might let it blow (Ayy)
Yeah, no Listerine, I pull up with that scope
Yeah, Dior denim, fifteen for my coat, uh
(For my coat, yeah)
I feel like Rocky with my
Back against the ropes
Yeah, gettin' to the money, I need mo'
Mo' money, mo' money, stay in my comments
Guess I'm the topic (yeah)
I want you here but all of that extra
You can be honest
Yeah, brand new Rollie, flood my wrist
It's full of diamonds
Me and Dreez' watchin' AP's
We know what time it is
I was down but I made a way
Ballin' like a fade away
'Member I was broke
I used to put this shit on layaway (yeah)
Now we gon' see better days
Fuck whoever in the way (yeah)
Just pour up, let's get faded (yeah)
Tryna balance, look at where my lows
(Where my lows, yeah yeah)
Yeah, goin' through some shit
That no one knows (No one knows)
Everytime that I was down, I lift my doors
Yeah niggas act like bitches and it shows
(And it shows)
Yeah, 40 on my hip, might let it blow
(Ayy, yeah)
Yeah, no Listerine, I pull up with that scope
(With that scope)
Yeah, Dior denim, fifteen for my coat
(For my coat, yeah)
I feel like Rocky with my
Back against the ropes (Against the ropes)
Yeah, gettin' to the money, I need mo'
Reminiscing on you fuck niggas
I still don't regret it
You might never gon' give me props
Banks still give me credit
Tried to put you on game when really
I was on a new level pain, I can't forget
But them lessons turned me to a legend
Tryna balance, look at where my lows
(Where my lows, yeah yeah)
Yeah, goin' through some shit
That no one knows (No one knows)
Everytime that I was down, I lift my doors
Yeah niggas act like bitches and it shows
(And it shows)
Yeah, 40 on my hip, might let it blow
(Ayy, yeah)
Yeah, no Listerine, I pull up with that scope
(With that scope)
Yeah, Dior denim, fifteen for my coat
(For my coat, yeah)
I feel like Rocky with my
Back against the ropes (Against the ropes)
Yeah, gettin' to the money, I need mo'
Tryna balance, look at where my lows
(Where my lows, yeah yeah)
Yeah, goin' through some shit
That no one knows
Everytime that I was down, I lift my doors
Yeah niggas act like bitches and it shows
Yeah, 40 on my hip, might let it blow (Ayy)
Yeah, no Listerine, I pull up with that scope
Yeah, Dior denim, fifteen for my coat, uh
(For my coat, yeah)
I feel like Rocky with my
Back against the ropes
Yeah, gettin' to the money, I need mo'
Mo' money, mo' money, stay in my comments
Guess I'm the topic (yeah)
I want you here but all of that extra
You can be honest
Yeah, brand new Rollie, flood my wrist
It's full of diamonds
Me and Dreez' watchin' AP's
We know what time it is
I was down but I made a way
Ballin' like a fade away
'Member I was broke
I used to put this shit on layaway (yeah)
Now we gon' see better days
Fuck whoever in the way (yeah)
Just pour up, let's get faded (yeah)
Tryna balance, look at where my lows
(Where my lows, yeah yeah)
Yeah, goin' through some shit
That no one knows (No one knows)
Everytime that I was down, I lift my doors
Yeah niggas act like bitches and it shows
(And it shows)
Yeah, 40 on my hip, might let it blow
(Ayy, yeah)
Yeah, no Listerine, I pull up with that scope
(With that scope)
Yeah, Dior denim, fifteen for my coat
(For my coat, yeah)
I feel like Rocky with my
Back against the ropes (Against the ropes)
Yeah, gettin' to the money, I need mo'
Reminiscing on you fuck niggas
I still don't regret it
You might never gon' give me props
Banks still give me credit
Tried to put you on game when really
I was on a new level pain, I can't forget
But them lessons turned me to a legend
Tryna balance, look at where my lows
(Where my lows, yeah yeah)
Yeah, goin' through some shit
That no one knows (No one knows)
Everytime that I was down, I lift my doors
Yeah niggas act like bitches and it shows
(And it shows)
Yeah, 40 on my hip, might let it blow
(Ayy, yeah)
Yeah, no Listerine, I pull up with that scope
(With that scope)
Yeah, Dior denim, fifteen for my coat
(For my coat, yeah)
I feel like Rocky with my
Back against the ropes (Against the ropes)
Yeah, gettin' to the money, I need mo'