Low Life (feat. The Weeknd)

I just took some molly, what else?

Got some bitch from Follies with us

She gon' fuck the squad, what else?

I'ma fuck her broads, what else?

Bitch from Pakistan, what up?

Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?

'Bout to fuck this club up, what else? (Yeah, yeah)

Metro Boomin want some more, ****

I turn the Ritz into a poor house

It's like eviction number four now

Go 'head and ash it on the floor now

Girl, go 'head and show me how you go down

And I feel my whole body peakin' (Yeah)

And I'm fuckin' anybody with their legs wide, gettin' faded with some bitches from the West Side

East coast **** reppin' North Side, never waste a hoes' time

Bitch, I'm on my own time

Fuck a **** co-sign, always change my number and my phone line

Baby girl, I don't lie

Used to have no money for a crib, now my room service bill cost your whole life

If they try to stunt me, I go all out military

I'm camo'ed all out like I'm in the military

And free up all my **** locked up in the penitentiary

'Cause I'm always reppin' for that low life

Reppin' for that low life

Low life, low life, low life

No, I'm reppin' for that low, low life, yeah

Said I'm reppin' for that low life

Low life, low life, low life, low life

Said I'm reppin' for that low life

Low life, low life, low life, yeah

Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spades like it's water

I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter

If she catch me cheatin', I will never tell her sorry

If she catch me cheatin', I will never tell her sorry

Porsches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got 'Raris

Takin' pain pills on the plane, gettin' chartered

Poppin' tags on tags, I was starvin'

Bitch, I got the juice and the carbine

Turn a five-star hotel to a traphouse

Roaches everywhere like we forgot to take the trash out

Flood my cross with ice, gettin' money my religion

Got my baby mama and my side bitch kissin'

I turn the Ritz into a lean house

This the sixth time gettin' kicked out

I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous

**** tryna ride my fuckin' wave, now they salty

Runnin' with the wave get you killed quick

Shoot you in your back like you're Ricky

Lil' Mexico with no life to afterlife, my whole life, my whole life

'Cause I'm always reppin' for that low life

Low life, low life, low life

No, I'm reppin' for that low, low life, yeah

Said I'm reppin' for that low life

Low life, low life, low life, low life

Said I'm reppin' for that low life

Low life, low life, low life, yeah

Yeah, they stereotypin'

'Cause they know a **** keep ten rifles

And they know a **** keep ten snipers

Keepin' baby bottles like we wearin' diapers

Yeah, they stereotypin'

'Cause they know a **** keep twenty rifles

And they know a **** keep twenty snipers

And they know a **** keep ten wifeys

Snipers, snipers, snipers, snipers, snipers

Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey

That's your wifey? Wifey, wifey, wifey

I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

That's your wifey? Wifey, wifey, wifey

I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

Oh, that's your wifey? Wifey, wifey, wifey

I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

I just took some molly, what else?

Got some bitch from Follies with us

She gon' fuck the squad, what else?

I'ma fuck her broads, what else?

Bitch from Pakistan, what up?

Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?

'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?

We 'bout to fuck this club up, what else?