Low (feat. Nicki Minaj, Lil Bibby & Young Thug)

My beat low, my bass low

I ride low, she go low

My beat low, my bass low

I ride low

Juicy, tell 'em what you said, bruh

Me, Juicy J, got too many hoes

Me, Juicy J, got too many flows

Clique balling out like the '98 Lakers

Pull up in a million-dollar car and violate it

Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on Monday

Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a bitch off the runway

I ain't even pack no clothes, nothing but rubbers in my suitcase

Laid her on the mic, menage with my model and her roommate

And if I tip a bitch we fucking, it ain't no discussion

It cost to be the boss, my ****, you way outta your budget

Who you playing with, lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothing

Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button

My beat low, my bass low

I ride low, she go low

My beat low, my bass low

I ride low, she go low, low

I get a brick, you know I get it for the (Low)

Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down (Low)

I do a verse, you know my prices ain't (Low)

Lil momma know I like my kisses down (Low)

Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins

Pull up with them V twins in my engine

All this ice, all around me like a penguin

I ain't talking bowling, but I'm with the kingpin

I pull up with a **** with a real big dick that's just so good man, a bitch came quick

I ain't never have a beat that a bitch ain't rip, I'm fly everyday but a bitch ain't trippin'

You be on that bull, you be Scott Pippen, I be pimp walking, I'm limping

C's on my bag so they think I'm cripping, every **** in here wanna know what I'm drinking

Myx Moscato ****

I keep a pillow with me just because I'm tired of ****

I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick

Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch

My beat low, my bass low

I ride low, she go low

My beat low, my bass low

I ride low, she go low, low

I get a brick, you know I get it for the (Low)

Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down (Low)

I do a verse, you know my prices ain't (Low)

Lil momma know I like my kisses down (Low)

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-the-Low, Mr. Leave-Her-at-Home, he'll take your ho

Mr. Stack-that-Dough, young rich **** used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow

Tell a rap ****, "I'm not feeling you," stop fronting boy, y'all not criminals

At the top, man, they talking bout killing you, got two 9's but they're not identical

I'll never trade on my squad, ****, ball hard, ****, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, ****

In other words you a fraud, ****, I'll pull your card, ****

I'm a young boss, I'm running shit, call me King Tut, all this gold on, I be blinged up

If they try to rob, got the thing tucked, you ain't see nothing

At the club, they jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz

Thirty deep, 'bout twenty heats, still stomp him out with my Timbs

I'm in here chilling with my feet up, I told y'all that I'm 'bout to heat up

Man, it's time to kill all this weak stuff, pull the beat up, watch me eat up

My beat low, my bass low

I ride low, she go low

My beat low, my bass low

I ride low, she go low, low

I get a brick you, know I get it for the (Low)

Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down (Low)

I do a verse, you know my prices ain't (Low)

Lil momma know I like my kisses down (Low)