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bnf - lowfi lyrics

[intro]
let me tell you ‘bout some sh-t
look, i was bored as sh-t, like
so i’m in the stu’, was stealin’
i got a book bag on and the lil’ -ss was stealin’ everything
my book bag was full as sh-t
i watched her steal on a watch, me puttin’ sh-t back
hahaha
soon as i hop over the fence
like as soon as my feet touch the ground, n-gga, my bag
d-mn, you throwin’ something back
mmm
d-mn

[verse 1]
i’m a young dude not livin’ foul
but know some n-ggas if you outta pocket, n-gga
rigamortis, set in to your body now
james harden sorta like the rockets, n-gga
i don’t wanna whip inside the pop, my n-gga
i’m a rappin’ kid with a lotta stigma
never really ever had a father figure
givin’ sh-t to kiddies, that’s a lotta litter

[verse 2]
that’s a lotta litter
it’s a lot of n-ggas
that’s just tryna stick me
for my f-ckin’ paper
n-ggas actin’ like they loose
no, we don’t f-ck with goofies
quick to catch a fade like tapers
know how we rockin’
ask how we ball
say lavar mixed with stockton
lowfi the movement
you know how we comin’
peep how we groove
you can tell it’s no stoppin’
’til bodies is droppin’

[verse 3]
people say they love me
they try to welcome me with open hearts
b-tch, where the h-ll were you when i dropped soulful thoughts?
probably flunkin’ art
g-ssed stinkin’ like a potent fart
i push a flow like carts
and you know this be lowfi, ayy
we some go getters and so fire, ayy
you p-ssy n-ggas can go die, ayy
fixed the game up with no plies, n-gga

[verse 4]
question on how we gon’ fix the game up
n-gga, what? is you insane?
tryna keep my cool
pressure on the brain
tryna keep it true
f-ck that, sell this ‘caine
f-ck goin’ to school
i just need the pay
do it after school
f-ck that anyway
i’ma stick to rappin’
we rockin’ on stage
i feel just like a captain
i know that you actors
like little manhattan
get lost in the city for real
lost in my heart, it’s straight madness
you know how sh-t happen
but yeah, it get gritty for real
i’m hopin’ that sh-t gon’ get pretty from here
if it doesn’t, i don’t give a f-ck
i’ll just be choppin’ onions
‘cause i’m used to nothin’
i know they bluffin’
i just keep it a stack
and you still be frontin’
think they up to something’

[verse 5]
chop ya body then i keep half of it
take a knee, call a n-gga kaepernick
f-ck my ex, gave her that b-st-rd d-ck
p-ss the fifth, askin’ do pasts exist?
mad and quick to shift to this rappin’ sh-t
after this, might head to the lab and spit
add a b-tch, i grabbed her cl-t
‘cause you know my jake long, i’m a dragon, b-tch
and no, this ain’t a song ‘cause i’m mad, lil’ b-tch
but how you just gon’ hop on my wagon, b-tch?
i’m from murderland, so i’m draggin’, b-tch
got the beat, keep switchin’ like a—

[verse 6]
k-k-know we comin’ heavy with the cannons, b-tch
fire a n-gga, mcmahon on some savage sh-t
this n-gga jay just got me in my bag and sh-t
so i’ma bust it if a n-gga lack a grip
back with the raps
back with the same little n-ggas with macs
they come back with missiles
that’s strapped ‘round the chest
swear it’s not for the flex
these boys do this for rec’
only time these boys stretch
when they lay n-ggas flat
jump to -ssumptions
it’s end of discussion
pack a punch
that b-tch as hot as an oven
so if he act crazy
start losin’ his bonkers
chef curry with me
who gon’ heat up his m-ffin?

[verse 7]
like a bakery, yo
i don’t f-ck with many rappers ‘cause they fake to me, bro
you know i like to spit the lyrics, now i’m gracin’ the flow
spit an eight-bar, n-gga, got an eight in the hole
got the world up on my shoulders, h-lla weight on me so
i try to orchestrate a scheme to penetrate through your soul
and now i’m at the possession, you see, i’m facin’ my goals
collect the spirit, got a tommy pointin’ straight at ya nose
because it’s the fresh prince of b-more
where you hear less and you see more
you can try me but them goons a prolly
leave your body inside the sea floor
‘cause you ain’t from ‘round over east
you ain’t from ‘round over west
you ain’t from ‘round over south
lowfi n-ggas, know that we the best

[outro]
be straight, i see the regular boys
i’m like yeah, we can probably bust them up
big ideas, guns, we ain’t worried about it, we can bust them up
so everybody’s still wife for us, somebody get down
so i’m like oh sh-t, na’mean?
so next thing you know, i, when i’m runnin’
i look back, soon as i look back
there be a green laser, hit like in the middle of my sh-t
what?
i swear, i swear to god the n-gga, i put this on god
i swear to god it look like that n-gga rode out of the wood
yo, yo, this n-gga had a green military suit on
somethin’ like f-ckin’ modern warfare 3 sh-t
that was crazy
and a ar15, just pointin’ that sh-t at you, yo

- lowfi lyrics

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