LOWRIDERS ft. yeldee & BeatsByBowi Lyrics

This the greatest upcome since yesterday sun

I've never heard anyone rap like my dads son

I mean my bad honn, that I ain't making none

Of these rap songs, but y'all just gotta know I ain't done

She's home alone I say, "Bats les couilles"

I'ma fingerlick that puss like it's ratatouille

She playing with my hair called her a rat tah soon

But I don't tell no sorry like a brat'd be doing

Okay

Got your girl on my bed, sorry bro that's my bad

I don't call that man a rival, he more like a nice threat

My bars real smart but, I am not no wise man

Nice man, you just got outrapped by a white man

I'm just like a goat, I climb every mount

Encountered your rap career 'tween the lost and found

That is why my body count is higher then your friend amount

That is why every sound gets loved by my crowd

Fuck, ima bout to kill this verse, sir

And I use my curses, delete all her purses

Who a little bitch? I don't care if your six

When I know she a witch, I'm gonna burn her

When I make an album I'll prerelease it

Bitch I feel like I gotta lease it

Bitch I gotta sneeze, so please let me be

Stay view, show your titties

Ow god, no, please but 'em back

Cause it looks like you got 'em in the ass sack butter crack

They might need to write this shit on my track

The fact you a woman is cap like that

Looks like your balls got an eight pack

Damn, I really do fucking hate that

The situation, escape that

And I really can't tolerate none of that

Fuck that bitch

Who's shoes for the two's when she eight' ten

No clue how you miss a shooting

Ugliness gotta be the truth

Fuck that bitch

Who's shoes for the two's when she eight' ten

No clue how you miss a shooting

Ugliness gotta be the truth

Photobooth when I'm 'bout to see you

And I saw you so motherfucking nude, but that was my first mistake

Bitch I don't wanna be no rude

But you a trans, that shit is the flu

When I see something of like eight inches pop out

Wait, I'm like, "Wait that's bigger than mine, how?

Damn, I really gotta think", is you saying

And I'm feeling my inner pain

To many bitches in my shoot

Got a clue

I don't got a clue like blues clues

Imma hatch you

When I go for kills, I don't fucking kill you

Cause I spare you, your my last kill

Yeah, you

What the fuck, how you gonna pulling up, with this fucking club

And I'm like, "Damn, what the fuck is up"

You gon' pull with a picture of you in the past

And I'm like, "Damn, that's a last person in the fast"

Haha

My bands did get better, I fuck on whoever

I'm 'boutta make cheddar, I'm 'boutta go let her

I'm fly like a feather, I'm 'taai' like leather

You don't let me hit, but your mom she knows better

Charge in your bitch like a battery uh

I'm in that bitch head like a melody uh

In Gent smoking 'lotta celery uh

Huh? Ain't you Nathaniel B, uh?

That's okay uhuh

That's neat uhuh

Get a repel, there are bitches on my feet uhuh

I'm to cool to go in on that heat, but just cool enough to rap on this beat

Name me one person that is better then me

I got God and teams both settlin' over me

Why would I pay a stripper? Your girl does it free

Need to save up, it don't grow on no trees

I don't feel alright man, know I feel amazing

Death race for love, my heart do be racing

Lit as fuck, man, don't even gotta stage it

Found my steps, and now they retrace 'em

You're holding me back from realising the fact

That the bands that I get are full of regret

Regretting I didn't do this earlier

Imagine my girls prettier and curvier

Me and Yeldee back together, call it Fairy Tale Two

You reaching my level is a fairy tale too

Lost his last hope, 'cause his friend, he failed too

Lost his last hope, 'cause his friend, he failed too