Lowkey ft. Leek & GH The Bear Lyrics

Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth

Just stack your money and make it count

Keep it low key, there's reasons you don't see me

Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth

Stack your money and make it count

Keep it low key, you don't know me

The cops goin' in, think twice before you step out

You movin' packages, them feds'll get you X'd out

You ain't even cut for my loaf, nigga, I'm Jersey bred

On the block, look for crooked cops and them dirty feds

If not, watch for them boys with the dirty dreads

Cause they lookin' mean off the lean and them percocets

Yeah, these niggas actin' type iffy

If my man in the jam, I be there in a jiffy

That's peanut butter, never gon' see me stutter

My niggas all behind me, but I swear I never leave my brothers

I swear man it be no other

Nigga, I'm back & I'm better, callin' me Bryson Tiller

I swear I done met some of the nicest killers

I feel like it's my time, I'm far away from my prime

Man the stars have aligned, I get it all from the grind

Intelligent warfare, could've went to Harvard with my soldiers

Select when I start, yeah, y'all gon' call me the controller

Been told them I had connect before the Xbox

I used to sit up on the steps cause that was the best spot

Yeah, even though I made Chelton hot

I was there, nigga, tryna whip it up the melting pot

Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth

Just stack your money and make it count

Keep it low key, there's reasons you don't see me

Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth

Stack your money and make it count

Keep it low key, you don't know me

Young, flashy, too fly, nigga

I'm from Rockwell, but move like a Pookside nigga

Just ran out, so the plug I'm texting him

And he gon' throw me 20 cause I grind like a Mexican,

Run up in the house, You don't see me, but I see you

Mouth duct tape, eyes covers, you gon' see who

Uncover your eyes, peek-a-boo, leave you see through

I'm tryna take your cash, stack it up and make it count

You only got one life, one try

Roll the dice, make it count

I don't know bout fuck up a check

I'm stacking my next, collect

Bussin' these juggs, don't miss a step

Assess every dollar

I need all of that in excess

Then takin' all of that and invest in my next step

Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth