Low Life lyrics

High, high, get, get, gettin’ high, everybody gettin’ highGet, get, get, gettin’ high, you’re unbelievably high

I 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 nowGo ‘head and ash it on the floor nowGirl go ‘head and show me how you go downAnd I feel my whole body peakin’And I’m fuckin’ anybody with they legs wideGettin’ faded with some bitches from the West SideEast coast, nigga reppin’ North SideNever waste a ho’s time (Freebands)Bitch, I’m on my own timeFuck a nigga co-signAlways change my number and my phone lineBaby girl, I don’t lieUsed to have no money for a cribNow my room service bill cost your whole lifeIf they try to stunt me, I go all out militaryI’m camo’ed all out, like I’m in the militaryI free up all my niggas locked up in the penitentiary

‘Cause I’m always reppin’ for that low lifeReppin’ for that low life turn upLow life, low life, low lifeKnow I’m reppin’ for that low, low lifeRepresentin’, I’m representin’, representin’Said I’m reppin’ for that low lifeLow life, low life, low life, low lifeI’m representin’ for that low lifeSaid I’m repping for that low lifeI’m reppin’, that’s reppin’, I’m reppin’Low life, low life, low lifeRep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, repWoo, woo, woo, wooYeah

Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it’s water

I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughterIf she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorryIf she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorryPorsches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got ‘RarisTaking pain pills on the plane, gettin’ charteredPoppin’ tags on tags, I was starvin’Bitch, I got the juice and the carbineTurn a five star hotel to a traphouseRoaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash outFlood my cross with ice, gettin’ money my religionGot my baby momma and my side bitch kissin’I turn the Ritz into a lean houseThis the sixth time gettin’ kicked outI can’t feel my face, I’m on Adderall, nauseousNiggas tryna ride my fuckin’ wave, now they saltyRunnin’ with the wave, get you killed quickShoot you in your back like you RickyLil Mexico, from no life to afterlifeMy whole life, my whole life

‘Cause I’m always reppin’ for that low lifeLow life, low life, low lifeKnow I’m reppin’ for that low, low lifeRepresentin’, I’m representin’, representin’Said I’m reppin’ for that low lifeLow life, low life, low life, low lifeI’m representin’ that low lifeSaid I’m reppin’ for that low lifeLow life, I’m reppin’ for that low lifeLow life, low life, low lifeRep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, wooYeah

Yeah, they stereotypin’

‘Cause they know a nigga keep ten riflesAnd they know a nigga keep ten snipersKeep a baby bottle like we wearin’ diapersYeah, they stereotypin’‘Cause they know a nigga keep twenty riflesAnd they know a nigga keep twenty snipersAnd they know a nigga keep ten wifeysSniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniperWifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifeyThat’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?I think I like her, like her, like her, like herThat’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?I think I like her, like her, like her, like herOh, that’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

Getting high, getting high, getting highEverybody getting highGetting high, getting high, getting highEverybody getting highGetting high, getting high, getting highEverybody getting highGetting high, getting high, getting highAnd I’m the reason whyGetting high, getting high, getting highEverybody getting highGetting high, getting high, getting highEverybody getting highGetting high, getting high, getting highEverybody getting highGetting high, getting high, getting highAnd I’m the reason why

I just took some molly, what else?Got some bitch from Follies with usShe 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: 2016
Album: Evol
Artist: Future
Featured artist: The Weeknd
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap

Songwriters: Nayvadius Wilburn / Abel Tesfaye / Martin Daniel Mckinney / Doc Mckinney / Benjmain Dyer Diehl