Lyrics Lowk3y wanna die - Lunchbox

Lowkey trying get high
Lowkey I wanna die
Lowkey trying get high
Lowkey I wanna die
Lowkey trying get high
Lowkey I wanna die
Lowkey trying get high

And my bitch she don't know where I'm at
Bitch I'm up in the sky
Give a fuck about calling her back
Cause I'm already high
You know my brody tote automatics
Make a call get em dropped
Some these niggas was fronting way back
Nigga look at you now
Nigga look me at now
Look at you now
Choppa give em new smiles
And its giving new frowns
When we walk in that bitch
What you finna do now
I know I'm a lil sick, sick, sick
I still ain't trying go into hell

Uh oh, oh
I had a hard time letting that wack go, oh, oh
Sipping this pain up in this fashion, oh, oh, oh
BB, Ricky, LV glasses, oh, oh, oh

Walk in the spot and she taking her clothes off
I got my gun and them racks, told that bitch "Keep the door closed"
Bitch you can't come in my circle its closed off
They don't want beef cause they vegan they Kous Kous
It get nasty like coleslaw
Nigga this shit could get nasty like coleslaw

They like lunch where you go?
They like lunch where you been?
I said bitch I been home
I been recording these hits
I ain't telling a soul
And if I send bro on a hit
I know they ain't telling a soul

Lowkey trying get high
Lowkey I wanna die
Lowkey trying get high
Lowkey I wanna die
Lowkey trying get high
Lowkey I wanna die
Lowkey trying get high

And my bitch she don't know where I'm at
Bitch I'm up in the sky
Give a fuck about calling her back
Cause I'm already high
You know my brody tote automatics
Make a call get em dropped
Some these niggas was fronting way back
Nigga look at you now
Nigga look me at now
Look at you now