LUCKI - Lowlife lyrics
LUCKI [Lucki Camel Jr.] Chicago, Illinois. U.S. 🇺🇸
[LUCKI - Lowlife lyrics]
Ayy, can you tell Charlie come turn
This light off out here?
Ayy, ayy, take the reverb off
No echo, no reverb
Alright, yeah, alright there we go
Ayy i got propane in my APC's
I know all about my plug, he's a lowlife
I know all about my bitch, she's a lowlife
I know all about myself, I ain't one of them
Them cross the street when you see them boys
I run with them
Fucking finesse the ride bouncer, I
Ain't come with them, ayy
I am hovering Xanax and downing substances
Ayy keep trying to stop
Withdrawal driving through my stomach man
Been anti-public man
High while made Alternative Trap
On my brothers and
My heir tryna get my homie back
Up on this block again
Free Paris, if he stabbed you in the back
I carved the knife for him
Ayy, ayy man that's fucked up
Facing 'Woods, chasing stains, it's me
Javon and Sawbuck tell them how I love a new
Bitch like every five months
It's gang, gang, baby
Do the same thing baby
I'm Curt Henning perfect
What you sayin' Plain Janey
Bitch I'm bossy, boy
I'm gang when I'm talking to you
Girl these drugs don't feel the same
When I bought 'em for you
Her school all up in your ear
But you ain't gon' own me shit boo
Girl these drugs don't feel the same
When I bought 'em for you
Oh you heard about my tactics
Well I got a new playbook
Vibrating the groupchat
Hoping your ass stay shook
Fifty-six in they boof pack
I think my face go hit my peak already man
I think I'm just gon' stay home
I might find myself stuck in my head
And I might find myself lying, saying
"It's alright"
And you might myself stuck in your head
Do whatever to get high I'm a low life
I'm a lowlife
I'm coolin' with some lowlifes
Man, man, man ayy, look
I might just go, gone and rob bank today
I might superman this bitch and
Bape towel the cape
I have just gone by myself and made mistakes
And I'm a selfish guy
Delete your Instagram bae
And I'm still out west
Good out south when it matter
Wicker Park legends on rooftops off ladders
Pound sign bitch I'm that boy
All he got a quarter pound
Take them down my cheese royal
Pussy hunnid twelve ducking, real running
Nunu pack, skate man, looking Lauren London
And check your homie dawg he
Talking to his sleeve youth
Check your homie dawg he talking
To his sleeve too
I might find myself stuck in my head
And I might find myself lost and
"It's alright"
And you might myself stuck in your head
Do whatever to get high I'm a lowlife
Yup, I'm a lowlife
I'm blacked out with some lowlifes
Lowlife, ayy
This light off out here?
Ayy, ayy, take the reverb off
No echo, no reverb
Alright, yeah, alright there we go
Ayy i got propane in my APC's
I know all about my plug, he's a lowlife
I know all about my bitch, she's a lowlife
I know all about myself, I ain't one of them
Them cross the street when you see them boys
I run with them
Fucking finesse the ride bouncer, I
Ain't come with them, ayy
I am hovering Xanax and downing substances
Ayy keep trying to stop
Withdrawal driving through my stomach man
Been anti-public man
High while made Alternative Trap
On my brothers and
My heir tryna get my homie back
Up on this block again
Free Paris, if he stabbed you in the back
I carved the knife for him
Ayy, ayy man that's fucked up
Facing 'Woods, chasing stains, it's me
Javon and Sawbuck tell them how I love a new
Bitch like every five months
It's gang, gang, baby
Do the same thing baby
I'm Curt Henning perfect
What you sayin' Plain Janey
Bitch I'm bossy, boy
I'm gang when I'm talking to you
Girl these drugs don't feel the same
When I bought 'em for you
Her school all up in your ear
But you ain't gon' own me shit boo
Girl these drugs don't feel the same
When I bought 'em for you
Oh you heard about my tactics
Well I got a new playbook
Vibrating the groupchat
Hoping your ass stay shook
Fifty-six in they boof pack
I think my face go hit my peak already man
I think I'm just gon' stay home
I might find myself stuck in my head
And I might find myself lying, saying
"It's alright"
And you might myself stuck in your head
Do whatever to get high I'm a low life
I'm a lowlife
I'm coolin' with some lowlifes
Man, man, man ayy, look
I might just go, gone and rob bank today
I might superman this bitch and
Bape towel the cape
I have just gone by myself and made mistakes
And I'm a selfish guy
Delete your Instagram bae
And I'm still out west
Good out south when it matter
Wicker Park legends on rooftops off ladders
Pound sign bitch I'm that boy
All he got a quarter pound
Take them down my cheese royal
Pussy hunnid twelve ducking, real running
Nunu pack, skate man, looking Lauren London
And check your homie dawg he
Talking to his sleeve youth
Check your homie dawg he talking
To his sleeve too
I might find myself stuck in my head
And I might find myself lost and
"It's alright"
And you might myself stuck in your head
Do whatever to get high I'm a lowlife
Yup, I'm a lowlife
I'm blacked out with some lowlifes
Lowlife, ayy