Lyrics

How I'm lowkey but lit, well look at my fit
Look like I'm shoppin on 5th, fresh as a B*tch ha!
Put dat sh*t on and don't even know what it is
No it ain't regular, this ring is as big as a wrestlers
Money so long like embezzlers
So f*ck yo comparing like f*ck all these metaphors
How you lowkey but lit? Well, look at my QREW
Look how we walk in the room
Got yo b*tch looking at us how we clean up
And walk cross the floor like we was the broom
We on the shroom (magic)
If it ain't lowkey my **** den we on the move
Why yo b*tch looking at me like we on a Zoom?
Yo Q? How you lowkey but lit? Ha! Look at the swag
Look at everything attached
Ain't no need to paint the picture cuz it's black and white
So why everybody wanna Color Me Badd?
And why everybody so utterly mad?
Cuz I move like a God I just look like my dad
And I keep my foot on they necks yeah that's standing on business
And keep my other f*cking foot on the gas
How you lowkey but lit? Well, this how it panned out
I never tried to stand out, b*tch I'm a problem
And women love me like DVSN but somehow can't figure me out
What da fuq this about?
Confusion can only exist when yo life in a drought
Gon' keep talking all of my sh*t cuz God gave me a mouth!
How you lowkey but lit?
Lit
Lit
Lit
Yo Q, How you lowkey but lit?
I'on know
Written by: Eric Erikson, Quincy Brown
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