Low Lives lyrics

[Intro: Undead]
Low lives! (low lives)
Low lives! (low lives)
Low lives! (low lives)
Low lives! (low lives)

[Chorus: Live Grenade]
We're the low f*ckin’ lives
We're just 5 f*ckin' guys
Pullin’ in with a surprise
We're your f*ckin' demise
We're the low f*ckin' lives
We're just 5 f*ckin' guys
Pullin' in with a surprise
We’re your f*ckin’ demise
(F-T-G!)

[Verse 1: Frankie]
Look up, f*ck you, better take the f*ckin' fall
I’m just F-T-G, motherf*cker, I'm down to f*ckin' brawl
Don't front, little b*tch, I won’t allow you to breathe
Undead will slay haters, he's like a disease
A real rockstar, I don't smash a guitar
Glocks, nines, mags in my f*ckin' car
sh*t might seem bizarre, but I don't go far
Cigarette, few scars, you better know who we are
Y'all n*ggas hate, y'all n*ggas ain't that great
See the pain I create, it ain't up for debate
I'll kill a motherf*ckin' b*tch ass punk
Few shots, now I stuff a b*tch into the trunk
We're rotten as f*ck, it's way too late
Takin' off heads, you don't wanna irate
I'm going to hell, but the devil will wait
I'm getting arrested for 180 plus eight!
[Chorus: Live Grenade]
We're the low f*ckin' lives
We're just 5 f*ckin' guys
Pullin' in with a surprise
We're your f*ckin' demise
We're the low f*ckin' lives
We're just 5 f*ckin' guys
Pullin' in with a surprise
We're your f*ckin' demise
(Black Zodiak!)

[Verse 2: Zodiak]
b*tches hate, y'all hate, don't hate on my f*ckin' music
Stupid, foolish, it's a fight to the death, what do you pick?
I know who you are, f*ck you, this sh*t goes out to you Nick
You don't wanna step on up, I'm crazy, I'm way too sick
I'm comin' fast with the crew, with all the guns and sh*t
I'll admit I got no permit but that doesn't mean I won't commit
f*ckin' homicide cause you hate the sh*t that we spit
Don't be mad, I know you sad, you ain't gotta throw a fit
You can't get this, that's why you hate, that's why you get p*ssed
Writin' out a diss wishin' all of this, that your b*tch ass didn't exist
But I resist, you slit your wrist, what a twist, mad cause your girl kissed
Me, not just me, like, 6 other guys, that's why I continue to insist
That you need to shut you're f*ckin' mouth and quit
That you need to shut the f*ck up, you b*tch, better submit
I don't give a f*ck, we all know that you f*ckin' suck
You a b*tch ass cuck, you need to shut the f*ck up!
[Chorus: Live Grenade]
We're the low f*ckin' lives
We're just 5 f*ckin' guys
Pullin' in with a surprise
We're your f*ckin' demise
We're the low f*ckin' lives
We're just 5 f*ckin' guys
Pullin' in with a surprise
We're your f*ckin' demise
(U-Undead!)

[Verse 3: Undead]
Gangstas, you fakstas, you know I'm comin' for you
You act confuse, don't know? You know f*ckin' who
Ain't sh*t in my life except for my crew and what I spit
So we respond with a fight to the faggots that talk mad sh*t
Ya know, speakin' of fag, this will be my last drag
Cause I know a b*tch I needa put into a body bag
We crazy as f*ck, we ain't gonna follow no rules
Start a fight, knock you out, y'all some f*ckin' fools
b*tches turn to ghouls, that or you can face the news
This beat I use, that sh*t I abuse, face it, you're gonna lose
Better not stress, face the press, reach success
See progress and the drugs you possess, I won't confess
You look away on the street actin' like I'm some stranger
You look at me wrong, you gonna be in f*ckin' danger
It's the end, an enemy, you ain't no friend, don't pretend
You depend, make me defend, I no longer commend!
[Chorus: Live Grenade]
We're the low f*ckin' lives
We're just 5 f*ckin' guys
Pullin' in with a surprise
We're your f*ckin' demise
We're the low f*ckin' lives
We're just 5 f*ckin' guys
Pullin' in with a surprise
We're your f*ckin' demise
(Low lives!)

[Outro: All and (Undead)]
Low lives!
(Get ready, we about to ride, ride!)
Low lives!
(Get down, we bout to drive by!)
Low lives!
(We're about to f*ckin' ride, ride!)
Low lives!
(Haters, you better f*ckin' die, die!)
Low lives!