"On The Low" Lyrics

On the low
What's up with you hoe
Bitches smoking dro
Bet you know
Bust like 44
When I spit that flow
'Cuz we go hard
Like the shit they hustle on the boulevard
Fuck your broad
Bitch I bet I could
Bitch I bet I would
On the low
What's up with you hoe
Bitches smoking dro
Bet you know
Bust like 44
When I spit that flow
'Cuz we go hard
Like the shit they hustle on the boulevard
Fuck your broad
Bitch I bet I could
Bitch I bet I would

Let me get, let me get it, let me get it right now
That's the shit I been on
R-A double T, P-A-C-K
You know we (know we) shit on
Anybody in the way
All day, I'm living my life boy you know to the fullest
These women they love us they push us and pull us
Just me and my team taking shots without bullets
Getting this money you know we don't bullshit
People they love it, they know the name
Got a little change but I'm still the same
So break it down, break it down
The shit I'm rocking they don't make it now
I got haters, and they talk shit
But that's OK, I got real shit
That's heart felt, make you feel shit
But right now It's time for that trill shit
Yeah
Killers and murderers
Dealers and burglars
Rhyme my way, they never heard of you
From the west they a part
Where they kill all that dark
But that never occurred to you
Been broke, dirt broke
While my brothers was hustling pushing that coke
That's the life of a G but it wasn't for me
And for real that's the reason I wrote

On the low
What's up with you hoe
Bitches smoking dro
Bet you know
Bust like 44
When I spit that flow
'Cuz we go hard
Like the shit they hustle on the boulevard
Fuck your broad
Bitch I bet I could
Bitch I bet I would
On the low
What's up with you hoe
Bitches smoking dro
Bet you know
Bust like 44
When I spit that flow
'Cuz we go hard
Like the shit they hustle on the boulevard
Fuck your broad
Bitch I bet I could
Bitch I bet I would

Said on the low
I be so high
Touching the sky I got a wood
So fuck the world
Until I die
If you ain't know
It's Kid Ink baby representing Alumni
Off 3 shots but you ain't heard a gun cock
Fat ass blunt nigga yours look sun dried
What it do?
I'm on two
Tell 'em straight up, no juice
Never going back to the broke old days
But I got a room full of retro J's
Never seen these, look back at it
I see the bank and I laugh at it
Blowing kush up like an air mattress
One hit a leave a nigga asthmatic
And we going up
Ain't nobody sober
No that molly
Uncut, 18 and over
Got 3 chains, 2 girls
Hanging over my shoulders
Give it up in one motion
Know the money is the motive

On the low
What's up with you hoe
Bitches smoking dro (wassup)
Bet you know
Bust like 44
When I spit that flow (bang bang bang)
'Cuz we go hard
Like the shit they hustle on the boulevard
Fuck your broad (woop)
Bitch I bet I could
Bitch I bet I would (Ah)
On the low
What's up with you hoe
Bitches smoking dro
Bet you know
Bust like 44
When I spit that flow
'Cuz we go hard
Like the shit they hustle on the boulevard
Fuck your broad
Bitch I bet I could
Bitch I bet I would

My time (ha)
My time is now
I can not wait
The city got love
That come with hate
When I made it out the streets
is when that love it turned to hate
I didn't turn up, I turned away
The time is short
No time to waste
All these niggas up in my face they ain't my friends
All these niggas up in my face they ain't my friend
I got fan serving fiends
And fiends I call my fan
If you wanna keep your bitch then make sure she don't cross my path
Cuz if she do, she see my shoes, she peep my swag
She been online, check my background
Bitch you seen that cash
My only motto about that money is get more
My only motto about that money is get more

On the low
What's up with you hoe
Bitches smoking dro
Bet you know
Bust like 44
When I spit that flow
'Cuz we go hard
Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard
Fuck your broad
Bitch I bet I could
Bitch I bet I would