Low Battery lyrics

[Intro]
Big Bragg'
Hard head, real six (Ah, Issa Beam in this b*tch, I told you, n*gga)
Fish Fry Gang
Danube Lane finest
No rap

[Verse]
Ride 'round city with a big-ass chop, n*ggas better not be outside when we cruisin' they block (No cap)
Beat up the opps sh*t, go ask pop, everytime I left that side, I was lettin' off shots (Come here)
Hit your b*tch one time, man, she in the headlock (No rap)
This sh*t that I wrap, can't come, dead stock
Come in with the dead guys, throw up the Y
You can catch me in the trap, but I'm nothin' like Joc
Too many cameras, I'ma hop out, my mask on
I catch an opp, hit the button, that switch on
High off this Perkie, be itchin' all night long
Trap goin' crazy, sh*t jumpin' like Sky Zone (Like what?)
Text me one time, now I'm all in her back bone
Thinkin' 'bout robbin', man, you high off fentanyl (You high off fent')
Pass me the rock and I ball like John Wall
Straight DOA, ain't no need for phonecalls (No need)
n*ggas be cappin' 'bout hats that they don't got (Like why?)
I hit this ARP, sh*t make the block hot
I want that money, can't f*ck 'round with no thots
Still park the car, get to runnin' 'cause 12 hot (Come on)
n*ggas be cappin', they know that we make Glocks (No cap)
Don't get caught on my side, we pop the top (We popped up)
Fish Fry Gang, give a n*gga just go box
They know they can't stop me, they can't set up Cook Road block (No rap cap)
Pull up, we knockin' sh*t down, we lead escapin'
b*tch suck di*k, how you know she love, ayy? (Like slime)
Every day like my birthday, I love cake
Put the hood on my back, this why all you n*ggas hatin' (No rap)
You say you want smoke, sixty-round, sh*t get to quakin'
n*ggas ain't never shot nothin', they pump-fakin' (They pump-fake)
You ain't shoot that gun since you got it, sh*t dangerous
When Nedo died, b*tch, the whole city got pain (Got pain)
Fishbowlin' now, I'ma hop in that V (Fishbowlin' now)
And don't shoot out that car, b*tch, we hop it on feet (We gon' hop out)
Ayy, Fish Fry Gang put a n*gga on a tee (On a tee)
b*tch, I step up with Balencis, still walk with my jeans (No rap)
n*ggas said that they killers when they off of the beam (Like what?)
Throwin' all-black, get the drop, b*tch, we go swing (Go swing)
Got this fed off the 'Gram, police tryna pin
Lil' b*tch, I'ma wife? I'm like what the f*ck you mean? (You high)
Catch a opp down bad, he get done dirty (Dirty)
Still in the field, hit your block, he get dirty (Dirty)
Post in a opp block, hoop like James Worthy (No cap)
b*tches be broke like this made me flirt (For real)
[Outro]
Hard head, real six
Mr. 556, Danube Lane finest
No cap