On The Low lyrics

This for all my f*cking n*ggas that be plotting on the low go ahead stack that money get that dough
I be all up in her mind I be wavy like a fro
Aye who is that, that be knocking at my door

Look I’m coming through uhm yea swinging on beat
Most these n*ggas sidewalk swear to god they not street
Why you talking sh*t mhm why you hating on me
I been running up a bag and I put that on me
Who is that that be knocking on that muf*cking beat
Oh him uhm yea that’s my n*gga 23
Smoking on that Costa Rican gas sh*t got me geek
I be laughing at yo stupid ass flexing on ig
I learned sh*t becomes sour before anything sweet
Needa couple hunnid ima get in a week
You would think that ima rat the way I get to the cheese
When she suck me up best believe she all up on her knees
I ain’t paying for yo feature
Don’t need u u need me
When sh*t get hot u be spilling all the tea
Ima risk taker for the fam that’s on me
sh*t I’m running on the 4th when we was down on the 3
Look I’m getting to that sack better watch yo quarterback
She look good with u but she look better on my lap
They tried to catch me lacking I ain’t falling for that trap
Like 23 I’m knockin f*ck n*gga my sh*t slap
Aye Look ma yo oldest son flyer than a bat
I swear I can’t be touched it’s like tryna shoot a gnat
pus*y boi keep on testing me i swear I’m gonna snap
Boi I’m iron man wyd with that gat
I’m goin up goin up sliding on the beat
Someone call drake up tell his ass that I needa feat
I’m goin up going up and that’s on me
Ima Florida boi pus*y n*gga look ain’t sh*t sweet
So bring it on bring it on bring the heat
You a head ass lil boi you even got my girl weak
Who you speaking on
Speaking bout no not me
Talking bout yk me b*tch you don’t know me