Mustard - Low Low lyrics
[Mustard - Low Low lyrics]
If it ain't a Chevy, don't raise it up
And, if it ain't the kush
Don't blaze it up
I'm sticking to the script
While niggas changing up
They beats sounding like the homie
Now they fake as fuck but look
I was in the fo' with my crew Tiny Cobby
On the ten, getting high
With my whole hood behind me
I had two zones on me, play it cool
There go Johnny as soon as I could say it
I felt like they got behind me
So he tried to hit the exit
But his brakes ain't working
Doing 50 on the ramp had
To brace the swerve and much to my surprise
We ain't even crashing, ain't nobody died
But, we burnt rubber from the side
Parked and hopped out like
It ain't nobody side
Fuck it, GPS the body shop
This type of shit happen all
The fucking time cause
All I do is bounce in my low low
Hittin' corners, nigga, I'm solo
Got the burner in the low low
Damn nigga, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low
I was little in a low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low
Let's get high, bitch in my Damu ride
On my momma, I'm on one
Hitting that side to side
Bitch wrapped a flag round the pistol
The rag sit awkward
Hop out shwanging, sag show my boxers
Belt $1250, Robins, no Dickie
Dice Gang feely, school 'em like Tee Cee
Aight, mothafuck a rumor last
Week I died twice
But lose your mind and double cross me
Hope you find Christ
Papa was a rolling stone in the low rider
Piru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter
Six-Fo, Six Tre, Impala
Bend the corner, three-wheeling
Scrape the bottom
Front, back, pancake, fuck what a man say
Pull up on your hood, day
And park it on your landscape
All I do is bounce in my low low
Hittin' corners, nigga, I'm solo
Got the burner in the low low
Damn nigga, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low
I was little in a low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low
And, if it ain't the kush
Don't blaze it up
I'm sticking to the script
While niggas changing up
They beats sounding like the homie
Now they fake as fuck but look
I was in the fo' with my crew Tiny Cobby
On the ten, getting high
With my whole hood behind me
I had two zones on me, play it cool
There go Johnny as soon as I could say it
I felt like they got behind me
So he tried to hit the exit
But his brakes ain't working
Doing 50 on the ramp had
To brace the swerve and much to my surprise
We ain't even crashing, ain't nobody died
But, we burnt rubber from the side
Parked and hopped out like
It ain't nobody side
Fuck it, GPS the body shop
This type of shit happen all
The fucking time cause
All I do is bounce in my low low
Hittin' corners, nigga, I'm solo
Got the burner in the low low
Damn nigga, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low
I was little in a low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low
Let's get high, bitch in my Damu ride
On my momma, I'm on one
Hitting that side to side
Bitch wrapped a flag round the pistol
The rag sit awkward
Hop out shwanging, sag show my boxers
Belt $1250, Robins, no Dickie
Dice Gang feely, school 'em like Tee Cee
Aight, mothafuck a rumor last
Week I died twice
But lose your mind and double cross me
Hope you find Christ
Papa was a rolling stone in the low rider
Piru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter
Six-Fo, Six Tre, Impala
Bend the corner, three-wheeling
Scrape the bottom
Front, back, pancake, fuck what a man say
Pull up on your hood, day
And park it on your landscape
All I do is bounce in my low low
Hittin' corners, nigga, I'm solo
Got the burner in the low low
Damn nigga, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low
I was little in a low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low