My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, used to tell her what you said, bro
Me Juicy J got too many whores
Me Juicy J got too many flows
Click ballin 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, try to 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 nigga 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 the 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 king pin
I pull up with a nigga with a real big dick
That's just so good, man a bitch come quick
I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch ain't rip
I'll fly every day but a bitch ain't tripping
You'll be on that bull, you'll be on Scott pimping
I'll be pimp walking, I'm limping
See is on my bag so they think I'm cripping
Every nigga in here wanna know what I'm drinking
Mix Miscato niggas
I keep a pillow with me just because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips
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 do everything for the low
Mister leave you home, me will take you home
Mister stuck that dope
Young rich nigga used to trap out of store, now trap for the flow
Tell a rap nigga: I'm not feelin
Stop frontin' boy, y'all not criminals
At the top, man they talk bout killin you
Got two nine's but they're not identical
I'll never trait on my squad, nigga
Ball hard nigga I'm Michael Jordan you Lebron nigga
In other words you a fraud nigga
I'll pull your card nigga
I'm a young boss I'm runnin shit
Call me King all this gold on I'll be blinded up
If they try to rob got the things tucked you ain't seen nothin'
At the club their drop out when I pull up in that benz
30 deep bout 20 heats still stumble him out with my timbs
I'm in here chillin with my feet up
I told ya 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