Low Life lyrics
High, high, get, get, gettin’ high, everybody gettin’ high
Get, get, get, gettin’ high, you’re unbelievably highI just took some molly, what else? (Hey)
Got some bitch from Follies with us (‘scuse me, ‘scuse me) She gonna fuck the squad, what else? (I swear) I’ma fuck her broads, what else? (Get, get!) Bitch from Pakistan, what up? (Foreign!) Ferraris and them Lambs, what else? (skrrrt) ‘Bout to fuck this club up, what else? (Get, get!) (Metro Boomin wants some more, nigga!)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’ And I’m fuckin’ anybody with they legs wide Gettin’ faded with some bitches from the West Side East coast, nigga reppin’ North Side Never waste a ho’s time (Freebands) Bitch, I’m on my own time Fuck a nigga 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 I free up all my niggas locked up in the penitentiary‘Cause I’m always reppin’ for that low life
Reppin’ for that low life turn up Low life, low life, low life Know I’m reppin’ for that low, low life Representin’, I’m representin’, representin’ Said I’m reppin’ for that low life Low life, low life, low life, low life I’m representin’ for that low life Said I’m repping for that low life I’m reppin’, that’s reppin’, I’m reppin’ Low life, low life, low life Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep Woo, woo, woo, woo YeahWake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it’s water
I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry Porsches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got ‘Raris Taking 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 momma 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 Niggas tryna ride my fuckin’ wave, now they salty Runnin’ with the wave, get you killed quick Shoot you in your back like you Ricky Lil Mexico, from 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 Know I’m reppin’ for that low, low life Representin’, I’m representin’, representin’ Said I’m reppin’ for that low life Low life, low life, low life, low life I’m representin’ that low life Said I’m reppin’ for that low life Low life, I’m reppin’ for that low life Low life, low life, low life Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo YeahYeah, they stereotypin’
‘Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers Keep a baby bottle like we wearin’ diapers Yeah, they stereotypin’ ‘Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey? I think I like her, like her, like her, like her That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey? I think I like her, like her, like her, like her Oh, that’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey? I think I like her, like her, like her, like herGetting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high Getting high, getting high, getting high Everybody getting high Getting high, getting high, getting high Everybody getting high Getting high, getting high, getting high And I’m the reason why Getting high, getting high, getting high Everybody getting high Getting high, getting high, getting high Everybody getting high Getting high, getting high, getting high Everybody getting high Getting high, getting high, getting high And I’m the reason whyI just took some molly, what else?
Got some bitch from Follies with us She gonna 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, what else? ‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?About Low Life lyrics
Released:Â 2016
Album:Â Evol
Artist:Â Future
Featured artist:Â The Weeknd
Genre:Â Hip-Hop/Rap
Songwriters: Nayvadius Wilburn / Abel Tesfaye / Martin Daniel Mckinney / Doc Mckinney / Benjmain Dyer Diehl