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LOWFi - LOWFi Anthem ft. Jayy Grams, Hayelo, Von Wilda (Official Music Video)
Top Songs By LOWFi
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
LOWFi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deonte Nelson
Songwriter
Justin McDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TheMusic
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm a young dude not livin' foul
But know some **** if you outta pocket ****
Rigor mortis set into your body now
James Harden sorta like the Rockets, ****
I don't wanna whip inside the pop, my ****
I'm a rapin' kid with a lotta stigma
Never really ever had a father figure
Givin' shit to kiddies that's a lotta litter
[Verse 2]
That's a lotta litter, it's a lotta ****
That's just tryna stick me for my fuckin' paper
**** actin' like they loose, no, we don't wit' goofies
Quick to catch a fade like tapers
Know how we rock it, you 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 not stoppin'
Till bodies is droppin'
[Verse 3]
People say they love me, they try to welcome me with open hearts
Bitch where the hell were you when I drooped soulful thoughts?
Prolly flunkin' art, gassed stinkin' like a potent fart
I push a flow like carts and you know this be LOWFI, ay
We some go getters and so fire, ay
You pussy **** can go die, ay
Fixed the game up with no plies, ay, ****
[Verse 4]
Question on how we gon' fix the game up
**** what is you insane? Tryna keep my cool
Pressure on the brain, tryna keep it true
Fuck that sellin' caine, fuck goin' to school
I just need the pay, do it after school
Fuck that anyway I'ma stick to rappin'
We rockin' on stage, I feel just like a captain
I know that you actors like lil' Manhattan
Get lost in the city for real
Lost in my heart it's straight madness
You know how shit happen
But, yeah, it get gritty for real
I'm hopin' that shit gon' get pretty from here
If it doesn't I don't give a fuck
I'll just be choppin' onions, 'cause I'm used to nothing
I know they bluffin', I just keep it a stack
And you still be frontin', think they up to something
[Verse 5]
Chop yo' body then I keep half of it
Take a knee, call a **** Kaepernick
Fuck me ex, gave her that bastard dick
Pass the fifth, askin' do pasts exists?
Mad and quick to ship to this rappin' shit
After this might head to the lab and spit
Add a bitch I grabbed her clit
'Cause you know my Jake Long, I'ma dragon, bitch
[Verse 6]
And, no, this ain't a song, 'cause I'm mad lil' bitch
But how you just gon' hop on my wagon, bitch?
I'm from Murderland, so I'm draggin' bitch
Got the beat keep switchin' like a
[Verse 7]
Know we comin' heavy with the cannons, bitch
Fire **** McMahon on some savage shit
This **** Jay just got me in my bag and shit
So I'ma bust it if a **** lack a grip
Back with the raps, back with the same little **** 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 **** flat
Jump to assumptions, it's end of discussion
Pack a punch, that bitch as hot as an oven
So if he act crazy start losin' his bonkers
Chef curry with me who gon' heat up his muffin?
[Verse 8]
Like a bakery, yo
I don't fuck with many rappers, 'cause they fake to me, bro
Ya know I like to spit the lyrics now I'm gracin' the flow
Spit a 8-bar, ****, got a eight in the hole
Got the world up on my shoulders hella 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 yo' nose
[Verse 9]
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 **** know that we the best
Written by: Deonte Nelson, Justin McDonald
