On The Low Lyrics

She wanna fuck on the low

But I tell her no, then I pass her to bro

She feelin' me, but isn't hearin' me, I tell her whoa

Slow down, give me top on the low

Iced out, dipped in water, I'm froze

Sippin' lean since a toddler, it's cold

Body bags, but we're taggin' the toes

Sorry dad, but that kid's gotta go

I'm killin' em off, just like a moth

Drawn to a flame with a loss

Just like spaghetti, I'm dripped out in sauce

Callin' me ragu, cause I spread across the nation

But this is my statement, we keep on switchin the stations in the AM

The only difference is my music doesn't quit playin

Only reason I take the shrooms and I eat em is cause I love me some dreamin

Ever since a kid, all I wanted was to rap couldn't envision me singin

I hear all the whispers and my ears are ringin

Bad lil bitch, one stab and you're bleedin

I enter a room and I see my demons with whisperin' noises, all I hear is screamin

Swimmin' around in a pool of piranhas

Regardless, my daughter, your father's a goner

He's writin' a will and a list for his mama

But due to the drama, she ain't gettin' no commas

It must be a dream if your angels sing and your demons pray

My angels stay asleep while my demons wake up and rise up from their graves to say

She wanna fuck on the low

But I tell her no, then I pass her to bro

She feelin' me but isn't hearin' me, I tell her whoa

Slow down, give me top on the low

Iced out, dipped in water, I'm froze

Sippin' lean since a toddler, it's cold

You think I'm playin?

Well, it's not a joke

I'll take you out while I'm uppin the scope

One shot, two shot, I let it blow

Red dot, headshot, he's gotta go

Two fingers up, no fucks in my zone

Get it, God, guess I'm all on my own

She wanna fuck tell her get off my phone

Ice Spice, come and sit on my throne

If you're nice, dawg, I'll throw you a bone

Ring, ring, that's a whole other tone

Trap callin, gotta bounce back like the end of a camel's ass

She likin' my drip, so we fuck on a waterbed

And we still makin' a splash

I told her to hand me my baggage, but she couldn't stand it

Cause she couldn't grab it, but I need to have it

So I can make magic and do something tragic

Cause I have this habit

Like a sculpture of nine/11 taken down by a rabbit

I reach out and try to grab it

But it's gettin' drastic cause it's heavy as fuck

Like me flippin' my mattress

I've said before it's my final form

But I lied once, I'll do it more

When the time comes, I'll reach for my gun

And blow the humpback off this Notre Dame whore