Sickboyrari - Lo Lo lyrics
[Sickboyrari - Lo Lo lyrics]
Brrrr, lowkey you ain't with that shit boy
Like you say, lowkey I’m with my clique
With my gang woahah, owwww
Low-lowkey you ain't with that shit
Like you say
Lowkey I'm with my clique, shhh
I’m with my gang
Ay lowkey she wanna fuck, but I don't blame
Low-lowkey they hate my guts, because I blang
Ay lowkey you ain't no roadrunner
You ain't been in no lanes
Lowkey you ain't on shit, huh
And that's a shame
Ay lowkey you ain't with that shit boy
Like you say lowkey I'm with my clique, ayy
I’m with my gang
Low-lowkey she wanna fuck, ion feel the same
Lil ice up on my wrist bae, I’m cooling mane
I be at the top, like ceiling fane
II might some top yeah, then count them bands
I might get some top, then spend a band
Lowkey I spent a band, on Nikes and Vans
See I'm in the cut, shhh, like a cut
I’m getting to the bread, like cold cut
Lowkey I keep shit dirty, damn like a slut
Lowkey finesse your ass boy, damn like a slut
Icy diamonds on my bitch yeah
Like hockey puck
I'm skating in the trap yeah, like hockey yuh
Lowkey I'm off the maps, might not be real
Lowkey I be flexed up, like I do curls
Lowkey I be flexed up, like I pump iron
Boy you a scary shooter, ain't on no
You ain’t got no hands, shit
Being all these bands, ayy
Shorty understand, shit
Dough boy like same color as a xan
Why I don't fuck with xans shit, I'm the man
Shit, like shorty wanna man
Rest in peace Shorty Lo
Had to get money way back in 94
Know how we rocking man
Goth shit, Goth Money Taliban World owwww
Like you say, lowkey I’m with my clique
With my gang woahah, owwww
Low-lowkey you ain't with that shit
Like you say
Lowkey I'm with my clique, shhh
I’m with my gang
Ay lowkey she wanna fuck, but I don't blame
Low-lowkey they hate my guts, because I blang
Ay lowkey you ain't no roadrunner
You ain't been in no lanes
Lowkey you ain't on shit, huh
And that's a shame
Ay lowkey you ain't with that shit boy
Like you say lowkey I'm with my clique, ayy
I’m with my gang
Low-lowkey she wanna fuck, ion feel the same
Lil ice up on my wrist bae, I’m cooling mane
I be at the top, like ceiling fane
II might some top yeah, then count them bands
I might get some top, then spend a band
Lowkey I spent a band, on Nikes and Vans
See I'm in the cut, shhh, like a cut
I’m getting to the bread, like cold cut
Lowkey I keep shit dirty, damn like a slut
Lowkey finesse your ass boy, damn like a slut
Icy diamonds on my bitch yeah
Like hockey puck
I'm skating in the trap yeah, like hockey yuh
Lowkey I'm off the maps, might not be real
Lowkey I be flexed up, like I do curls
Lowkey I be flexed up, like I pump iron
Boy you a scary shooter, ain't on no
You ain’t got no hands, shit
Being all these bands, ayy
Shorty understand, shit
Dough boy like same color as a xan
Why I don't fuck with xans shit, I'm the man
Shit, like shorty wanna man
Rest in peace Shorty Lo
Had to get money way back in 94
Know how we rocking man
Goth shit, Goth Money Taliban World owwww