Текст песни Lowkey (Loki) - Extended Version - SighRocSpliff

Like they don't know me
Yung Sigh been high
Keep it low-key
Been ditched the old me
Sitting back counting stacks
Roll up mo weed

Now come around .
Listen to this Godly sound
Number 1 gunna
Thunder when I strike this loud
They biting styles
Go ahead and try this child
Flow So sick
One lick
Would have you on the ground
My momma preaching
Teaching
This is not a movie
But the preachers
Teachings
Really sounding like a movie
Stacks triple
Trapping out the shithole
I hope this rap shit pop

I hope this rap shit like a pimple

(Aye aye)
I know you know me
Yung Sigh been high
Keep it low-key

(Aye yuh) These haters phony
All cap low lives turned to police

Spin on the block
And you know we gone end em
I'm outta town so them dogs we gone send em
I'm smoking gas And I'm getting momentum
I smack that ass while she give me that mental
No I can't lack boy I'm keeping that metal
My foot on the gas boy
My foot on the pedal
I got a brick from the trash in a rental
I'm getting paper like pads
It's the memo
My dick what she ate
It was great it was simple
I'm thinking she Asian
My dick in her temple
Pop me a perc
Then I pop off his temple
I'm beating I'm banging
She saying be gentle
I'm in yo place with the k's cause the rent due

So much money you playing I pull up and rent you
I keep me a tool you get stabbed with a pencil
They copy my ways like SighRoc a stencil

Uh aye they thought they knew me
Yung Sigh
Still high
Keep it Lowkey
These niggas Loki
Claim they my brother
But I know they trynna hoe me
Now switch the style up
Smoking back since dial up
I make ya put ya child up
He work for me yo times up
Switching all my dimes up
I'm fucking up they names to
I know them by they body
Or that top
Or them angles
This loud pack from the angles
I make her grab her ankles
I'm po'n up the drop in a soda
This ain't grey goose

I knock it out like Babe Ruth
She like SighRoc thank you
Then chief keef
I was up bumpin bang 2

Like they don't know me

Yung Sigh still high
Keep it lowkey
Rip Kobe
2 4's All 8
Po it slow please

Like they don't know me
Yung Sigh been high
Keep it lowkey
Been ditched the old me
Sitting back counting stacks
Roll up mo weed
Now come around .
Listen to this Godly sound
Number 1 gunna
Thunder when I strike this loud
They biting styles
Go ahead and try this child
Flow so sick
One lick
Would have you on the ground
My momma preaching
Teaching
This is not a movie
But the preachers
Teachings
Really sounding like a movie
Stacks triple
Trapping out the shithole
I hope this rap shit pop
I hope this rap shit like a pimple