Текст песни Low Down - Lil Baby
Cook
that
shit
up,
Quay
Go
to
lunch
in
the
Jewish
community
(Yeah)
I
wouldn't
tell
on
the
bros
with
immunity
(Nah)
Playin'
victim,
that
shit
ain't
gon'
ruin
me
I'm
the
only
now
that
outdo
me
I
got
hoes
by
the
group
tryna
do
me
My
life
like
a
movie,
get
head
in
the
water
Don't
gotta
put
in
no
work,
I
send
orders
This
shit
done
got
serious
Them
millions
come
plural,
I'm
living
by
morals
We
swipe
'em,
ain't
keepin',
no
Dora
Explorer
I'm
young
and
I'm
turnt,
I
got
bitches
galore
My
baby,
my
whip
cost
two-fifty,
I'm
splurgin'
Got
five
million
cash
just
in
case
of
emergency
My
young
niggas
kill,
get
away,
they
be
purgin'
It
happened
like
this,
I
ain't
do
it
on
purpose
I'm
working
my
move,
nigga,
which
one
of
you
workin'?
I
turned
on
my
crew,
bought
a
coupe
off
of
verses
I'm
tired
of
these
strippers
I'm
going
at
nurses
and
doctors
and
dentists
You
started,
I
finished,
I
told
you
we
with
it
My
word
is
like
gold
to
my
city
I
tell
'em
to
go,
they
gon'
get
it
I
heard
that
you
froze
when
they
hit
it
Putting
these
hoes
in
the
business,
you
know
that
you
tripping
I
tell
'em
no,
they
gon'
listen
Knowin'
these
niggas
be
sweet
and
some
bitches,
I'm
different
She
tryna
leave
me,
I'm
low
down
I
hang
with
savages,
don't
bring
your
ho
'round
I'm
going
bougie,
I'm
switchin'
my
profile
All
of
my
cars
get
delivered
with
no
miles
They
think
they
do
and
we
don't,
I
don't
know
how
Run
through
the
load,
call
the
plug,
I
need
more
pounds
I
put
on
drip
every
day
from
the
floor
up
I'm
getting
sick
of
this
shit,
pour
some
more
up,
yeah
Cullinan
shot
in,
my
driver
named
Solid
I
keep
him
on
point,
make
sure
nobody
follow
us
I
got
a
Glock
with
a
shot
that
can
stop
a
truck
I
get
the
money
eight
ways
like
an
octopus
No
way
in
hell
I'ma
give
all
these
choppers
up
Team
full
of
players,
ain't
nobody
stopping
us
He
out
of
line,
give
a
fuck,
then
we
poppin'
him
Been
raisin'
hell,
back
in
school,
I
was
popular,
yeah
All
of
my
hoes
get
facials,
face
me
Make
her
my
bitch
too
much,
she
lazy
I
was
thinking
prices
too
high,
then
I
raised
'em
Shit
in
my
bank
account
gettin'
outrageous
Niggas
smellin'
like
that,
had
to
switch
up
my
fragrance
And
I'm
sending
out
shots
if
the
fouls
get
flagrant
Switch
up
my
route
to
the
house,
had
to
change
it
Still
with
the
shit,
I
forget
that
I'm
famous
She
tryna
leave
me,
I'm
low
down
I
hang
with
savages,
don't
bring
your
ho
'round
I'm
going
bougie,
I'm
switchin'
my
profile
All
of
my
cars
get
delivered
with
no
miles
They
think
they
do
and
we
don't,
I
don't
know
how
Run
through
the
load,
call
the
plug,
I
need
more
pounds
I
put
on
drip
every
day
from
the
floor
up
I'm
getting
sick
of
this
shit,
pour
some
more
up,
yeah
She
tryna
leave
me,
I'm
low
down
I
hang
with
savages,
don't
bring
your
ho
'round
I'm
going
bougie,
I'm
switchin'
my
profile
All
of
my
cars
get
delivered
with
no
miles
They
think
they
do
and
we
don't,
I
don't
know
how
Run
through
the
load,
call
the
plug,
I
need
more
pounds
I
put
on
drip
every
day
from
the
floor
up
I'm
getting
sick
of
this
shit,
pour
some
more
up,
yeah
I'm
getting
sick
of
this
shit,
pour
some
more
up
I
put
on
drip
every
day
from
the
floor
up
I'm
getting
sick
of
this
shit,
pour
some
more
up
I
put
on
drip
every
day
1 Get Ugly
2 Heatin Up
3 How
4 Grace
5 Woah
6 Live Off My Closet (feat. Future)
7 Same Thing
8 Emotionally Scarred
9 Commercial (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
10 Forever (feat. Lil Wayne)
11 Can't Explain
12 No Sucker
13 Sum 2 Prove
14 We Should (feat. Young Thug)
15 Catch The Sun - From "Queen & Slim: The Soundtrack"
16 Consistent
17 Gang Signs
18 Hurtin
19 Forget That (feat. Rylo Rodriquez)
20 Solid
21 Social Distancing
22 All In
23 Low Down
24 Humble
25 Get Money
26 We Paid (feat. 42 Dugg)
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