Hopsin - Lowkey lyrics

Stuntin' like a maniac
In the strip club blowin' 80 racks
(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that)
Stuntin' like a maniac
In the streets nigga where the ladies at
(I'm way too lowkey for that)
Stuntin' like a maniac, ask niggas
Bitch I got my paper stacked
(I'm too lowkey for that)
Yeah stuntin' like a maniac all day
(Somebody better let 'em know)

(I'm too lowkey for that)
Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna show the hoes the cash flow
(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that)
My foot is on the gas though
Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah ho
(I'm not too lowkey for that)
Nigga, I just do what it does
What's up? What it do? What's up? What it do?


You blowin' all your money on the
Hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all know
(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that)

I'll admit my last few years
Have been kinda rusty
Have I been beatin' myself up? In
My mind I must be i slowed down
Watchin' my peers as they rise above me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith
Except nobody ties the bungee
These times are ugly
I'm close to my midlife, the crisis hunts me
Calm on the surface but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy
I'd say "fuck rap" because life is complete
Surprise I'm hungry
Rappers lookin' like fries and lunch meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill
You makin' mills huh (Huh)
When you be flexin' you lookin' so icy
That I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you pull up in
Your whip and you stopped
But somehow the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell
Me where you get the pills from
I heard you came from the real slums
What the fuck you gon' do
When your deal's done?
Nigga the day that you fizzle out will come
If you think it ain't comin' you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off your talent
That is a label allowance
And we gon' see in the end if
You really could pay off the balance bitch!

(I'm too lowkey for that)
Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna show the hoes the cash flow
(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that)
My foot is on the gas though
Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah ho
(I'm not too lowkey for that)
Nigga I just do what it does
What's up? What it do? What's up? What it do?
You blowin' all your money on the
Hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all know
(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that)

I could care less about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' mo' praise from spittin' propane
Bitch this is no game
I don't fuck with hoes who hang
With rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit
Now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So pack your bags, you had your chance
This might be the avalanche that wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy
Pants and wife beaters bitch your time is up
This my master plan and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires that my
Ashy hands is writin' up
Been had the fuckin' game on lock
Been had my pesos copped
Been plottin' deeply tryna take yo spot
I can't erase those thoughts
My drive is somethin' that
These fakes don't got
Their vision blurry tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it independent but
You ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch
My grades don't drop quit tryna move me
Beast mode is where my mind is usually
Y'all focused on Louis Vuitton and Gucci
I told you

(I'm too lowkey for that)
Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna show the hoes the cash flow
(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that)
My foot is on the gas though
Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah ho
(I'm not too lowkey for that)
Nigga I just do what it does
What's up? What it do? What's up? What it do?
You're blowin' all your money on the
Hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all know
(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that)

Nigga I'm too lowkey for that
I'm way too lowkey for that
Nigga I'm too lowkey for that
Nigga I'm too lowkey for that