Lowkey lyrics

[Intro]
These b*tches stupid
Get it
b*tch how imma f*ck and you keep telling errybody this
Man yall b*tches run yall mouth then get mad when the world know
Stupid b*tch

[Hook: WillThaRapper]
I told that b*tchhh what's a f*ck you girl
Keep it lowkey
All your friends know my name, but they don't need to know me
Listen b*tch
b*tch don't tell our business
Stupid b*tch
b*tch don't tell our business
Woahh

[Verse 1: WillThaRapper]
I think this b*tch a opp thot
I think i know this hoe
I think I seen this b*tch on our block
So?
But she want the top spot
She give me up top now that b*tch a blocked thot
Shoot a n*gga turn his helly jump into a crop top
He wanna run his mouth turn his head into a drop top
n*ggas gangstas when you come, but pus*y when that Glock pop
Glock pop, pop him like a poptart
Bad b*tch wanna f*ck then make her skip like hopscotch
Ain’t no pop ups b*tch you better call first then knock knock
Knock twice if you f*cking, 3 times if you gon suck it
And if you just tryna chill then b*tch I bet not hear nothing
Cus I ain't got time to waste on b*tches that want cuddle hug
You f*ck with me then b*tch you gotta show my bruva love
I’m in the club I’m poppin bottles throwing dubs
I told that b*tch after i told her ass don't fall in love