4 the low lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Go (Go), yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I did this verse for the low
Had to f*ck with my lil' bro
She want to f*ck 'cause I get to the loaf
f*ck her one time, then I ghost
Run up a check, then get me some more
I got some racks, but I need me some more
You broke as hell and you worried 'bout hoes
Got a bad b*tch and she play with her nose
I hit the scene, just covered in Chrome
Too many thots, they stealing my flows
Stealing my swag, these n*ggas my clones
You a lil' kid, n*gga my son
Thumbin' through blues, got it by myself
Designer my whip, got smoke in my lungs
She wanna hit, lil' b*tch is she dumb?
f*ck her one time and we done
Hublot cost a few hunds, finna go and cop another one
Diamonds dancing on me, like the sun
Y'all already know how I punch
Eat a pack of shroomies just for lunch
And these b*tches know I'm one-on-one
Run up on me, I ain't doing one-on-ones
Got them bands on me, so what?
[Verse]
I can’t take another loss, bad b*tches on my c*ck
I got Hi-Tech on the rocks
n*gga wrist covered in rocks
Need a verse from me, gonna cost
I'm the real punch gang boss
Said she wanna slob on my knob
Using teeth, I'm like, "b*tch, stop"
n*gga think he can do a better job
From the top, let that hoe squat
Lil' deepthroat, she hit the spot
Brain so good, oh my god
Hi-C, I'm a heartthrob
Under the seat, those twin Glocks
Makin' hits really not hard
Wanna verse? need something large

[Chorus]
I did this verse for the low
Had to f*ck with my lil' bro
She want to f*ck 'cause I get to the loaf
f*ck her one time, then I ghost
Run up a check, then get me some more
I got some racks, but I need me some more
You broke as hell and you worried 'bout hoes
Got a bad b*tch and she play with her nose
I hit the scene, just covered in Chrome
Too many thots, they stealing my flows
Stealing my swag, these n*ggas my clones
You a lil' kid, n*gga my son
Thumbin' through blues, got it by myself
Designer my whip, got smoke in my lungs
She wanna hit, lil' b*tch is she dumb?
f*ck her one time and we done
Hublot cost a few hunds, finna go and cop another one
Diamonds dancing on me, like the sun
Y'all already know how I punch
Eat a pack of shroomies just for lunch
And these b*tches know I'm one-on-one
Run up on me, I ain't doing one-on-ones
Got them bands on me, so what?