Shawty Low ft. EEZY Lyrics

Aye sproutz , you fuckin' that shit up, I swear to God

Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeah, yeh, yeh, yeh

I make it look easy, them niggas gon' hate

Better go get the back of your ass and away

I was servin' them J's, now my shoeboxs a safe

Before you try crossin' me, better look both ways

I ran it up in the trap, same clothes every day

Now it's number nine Jeans, I don't do balmain

If that nigga can't swim, he gon' drown on my wave.

And my shooter don't shoot from a distance, he walk down and get him

Yeah, by the look in my eye, you can tell, bitch, I'm straight out the trenches

Yeah, put a perk in my walk, you can see I get high in them buildings

Yeah, we don't talk about them bodies, my nigga, don't talk about them feelings

Yeah, better get to that back, lil' nigga, and get out your feelings

Get it

Big pack and I trap everywhere I go

Get them in, get them gone for the shorty low

Shorty low, shorty low, nigga, shorty low

I keep a drip, you can hotline, bling the phone

I feel like Guwop, nigga, swing my dough

Swing my dough, swing my dough, swing my fuckin' dough

I thank God for the trap, cause it helped me grow

Big pack, get them in for the shorty low

Shorty low, but your niggas already know

If the hoe don't suck dick then she gotta go

I just pulled up, I don't know in a faygo

And this shit cost more than your rent

I'm in the A Richezza my fit

And her baby daddy mad, cause his son look up to a nigga

Make a nigga hate his kid

Shit

I make it look easy, them niggas gon' hate

Better go get a bag or your ass in the way

I been serving them J's, now my shoebox is safe

Boy, you try crossing me, better look both ways

I ran it up in the trap, same clothes every day

Now it's number nine jeans, I don't do Balmain

If that nigga can't swim, he gon' drown on my wave

He gon' drown on my wave

4 plus 4, that's a chicken wing

Ride nigga by the bird, call it Raising Kings

Nigga talking tough and running bitches, huh

Catch his ass in traffic, he don't say a thing

40 Cal hit you with a Sean Kemp

Walk a nigga down, 10 toes, no limp

What you want, you a 16 or 36

You could come and get a bag or a whole brick

Dirty ass money, and you know the cut muddy

In the cut with the grips, it can get bloody

Talking smart, nigga, know that it can get stupid

Nigga steady talking, someone tell his head do it

You know I'm big easy, these niggas gon' hate

On my way to the bag, niggas stay out my lane

I been stacking them racks, put them up in the safe

Nigga try to cross me, better look both ways

I be up in the trap, fresh as hell every day

These purple brand jeans, I don't do Michael Mary

Only safe in the church, any street to get eerie

You little niggas scary

I make it look easy, them niggas gon' hate

Better go get a bag or your ass in the way

I been serving them J's, now my shoebox is safe

Boy, you try crossing me, better look both ways

I ran it up in the trap, same clothes every day

Now it's number 9 jeans, I don't do balmain

If that nigga can't swim, he gon' drown on my way

He gon' drown on my wave

He gon' drown on my wave..

He gon' drown on my wave..

He gon' drown on my wave..

He gon' drown on my wave