Great Low lyrics

[Verse 1: Jeeezy]
Where this b*tch at? I need some top, man (Where she at?)
n*ggas stealin' all my bars, I'm like, "Stop, man" (Goddamn)
I ain't even want this sh*t, it was God's plan (On God)
All we got is Dom, ain't no beers (Ain't no beers)
Yeah, we just hit for fifty, n*gga, cheers (n*gga, cheers)
n*gga wifed my old hoes, I'm in tears (Low the Great, I'm in tears)
I been f*ckin' off in Saks, you in Sears (You in Sears)
Bad b*tch, pus*y good and it's pierced (And it's pierced)
Got the club goin' crazy when we here (On my mama)
I got bad b*tches screamin' in my ears (In my ear)
Thirty-four bands on me, Paul Pierce (Paul Pierce)

[Verse 2: BlueBucksClan DJ]
She be beggin' for this di*k, I'm like, "Here" (Damn, here)
Got the top, then I left, now I'm weird (Now I'm weird)
Rolls-Royce sittin' tall, I can't steer (I can't steer)
Every time my b*tch mad, I call her dear (You my dear)
Fell asleep my whole session, in the stu' poured (In the stu' poured)
Feel like Melvin, got these n*ggas in a chokehold (Feel like Melvin)
Yellow b*tch by the dozen, got a boatload (Got a dozen)
BucksClan, yeah, we ball like the Lake Show (Like the Lake Show)
Hit the road every time, make great dough (Make great dough)
Me and Jeeezy talkin' sh*t to this Great Low (To this Great Low)
Facin' 'Woods by myself, it's an eighth, though (It's an eighth, though)
n*ggas tryna tag along, ain't no space, though (Ain't no space)
[Verse 3: Jeeezy]
She can't get no real money, she a fake ho (Fake ho)
That's your b*tch, I'ma f*ck her like an ape, though (Like an ape, though)
Nah, you can't hit my bottle, yeah, I'm straight, bro (Yeah, I'm good)
I don't bang, I ain't trippin', what you say, though? (What you say?)
Yellow b*tch, orange hair, look like a mango (Like a mango)
You be wifin' all the hoes that I change on (Goddamn)
'Member walkin' home from school, gettin' banged on (Where you from?)
Now I walk around this b*tch with my chains on (My chains on)
Sun got my b*tch glowin', yeah, the rain gone (Yeah, the rain gone)

[Verse 4: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Louis V boots, yeah, I got them things on (Got them things)
Thousand-dollar shirt, ain't sh*t plain on (Ain't sh*t plain)
In the club, bad b*tches gettin' rained on (Bad b*tches)
Big foreign, no ceiling, gettin' my Wayne on (Gettin' my Wayne on)
Rappin' ten years, you ain't got no bread yet? (n*ggas broke)
Yeah, I'm on you n*ggas' head like a headset (n*ggas lame)
I don't f*ck with you n*ggas like a redneck (n*ggas weird)
Yeah, every day, I bleed and I ain't dead yet (Every day, I'm bleedin')
Already toppin', I ain't make it to the bed yet (Make it to the bed)
At her mama house f*ckin' up the bed set (f*ckin' up the bed)
I be bleedin' on the 'Gram, I need a red check (I need a red check)
She a bad b*tch if you see her 'round me (If you see her 'round me)
n*ggas lyin', tellin' hoes that they be around me (n*ggas lyin')
Got a model b*tch at Tam's, finna eat pastrami (What you want?)
[Verse 5: Jeeezy]
Yeah, them n*ggas got bands if you see 'em by me (Big bands)
Weak b*tches don't deserve to even be around me (On my mama)
Pull the Lam' on the block, I don't be in Downey (Goddamn)
She let me f*ck her every time her n*gga in the county (Every time)
Every time she let me f*ck, she let me hold somethin' (Let me hold somethin')
Got my b*tch hair braided and her toes done (And her toes done)
Only time I hit her up when she post somethin' (She post somethin')
If the Clan have a show, then it's hoes comin' (That's for sure)
Might not make it to that b*tch, I just poured somethin' (Poured somethin')
I just got my passport, I'm tryna go to London (I'ma go to London)
Fourth and long, goin' for it, n*gga, we ain't puntin' (Hell nah)
Talkin' nasty on Twitter, but I got her runnin' (Yeah, I got her)
McLaren sittin' low as f*ck, I'm just pressin' buttons (Pressin' buttons)