"Get Low" lyrics
M Row & Kay Glizz Lyrics
(Armas)
(Jellyy Onnat)
Like, M Row
Shout out MCF, Troops
Frrah, frrah, boom
Like
Tagged, he got his face hit
Took too long to get low when we chased him, like
Nigga ran out of his Asics, that's what he get for not tying his laces
He got shot, tripped, he ain't make it
Fell on the floor and his skin started scrapin'
He yellin', "They hit me on top of my kidney"
They told him, "That shit probably need a replacement"
Ambulance speedin', new shots got him bleedin'
P-Pass out, way too much pressure, can't take it
That anesthesia just gave him amnesia
He woke up lost in the gown and was naked (Frrah, frrah, boom nigga, like)
Rowski, timeout, I gotta speak
Why do they rap like they harmin' the Ts?
That's never the case, niggas know how we get in them V's, every trip, we make a scene
Shots fired, tryna connect to his bean
The red tips tap him, then you see him bleed
They always get touched when they glide through these P's, the last one we hit, we saw him on TV
Whenever they troll me, I run up a ten, like, stash and then do it again
Walk in any Chev' and quickly box a stim
Had to back him down, he was watchin' my pen
I will not pull up if I can't bring the gen, Nunnie in the cut with like ten different friends
If you know, you know, always get it in
Push up, we gon' show you just how we defend
I-I start flockin', everyone fallin' and belongings droppin'
Three opps got hit with that hot shit and they ain't doin' shit but bunny hoppin'
Jeff Blixk got hit in his noggin, when y'all gon' hop in that ride and go pop it?
Opp thot, hate that she a lil toxic
Long as she send through whatever that drop is
I'm not changin' the topic, B Rose was duckin' and dodgin'
I was pissed off I never shot him
Nazzy was runnin', that's word to my mother, when he fell to the floor, I just thought he was floppin'
Gotta use your logic, don't be dumb
Before you mention us, you gotta tap your pockets
Any Pitchforks spotted, I drop it
Ty Gz boogied when he saw me flock it (Word to my dead)
Tie your laces or run out of luck, big dog, I could never beef with pups
You clutchin' your G? You got it tucked? I'm dumpin' it first and I'm makin' him duck
Grazed him, I heard it took off a chunk, if he would've died, the blunt would've got stuffed
Watch how I up it, aim it, dump
We go bullet for bullet and I don't give a fuck
(Jellyy Onnat)
Like, M Row
Shout out MCF, Troops
Frrah, frrah, boom
Like
Tagged, he got his face hit
Took too long to get low when we chased him, like
Nigga ran out of his Asics, that's what he get for not tying his laces
He got shot, tripped, he ain't make it
Fell on the floor and his skin started scrapin'
He yellin', "They hit me on top of my kidney"
They told him, "That shit probably need a replacement"
Ambulance speedin', new shots got him bleedin'
P-Pass out, way too much pressure, can't take it
That anesthesia just gave him amnesia
He woke up lost in the gown and was naked (Frrah, frrah, boom nigga, like)
Rowski, timeout, I gotta speak
Why do they rap like they harmin' the Ts?
That's never the case, niggas know how we get in them V's, every trip, we make a scene
Shots fired, tryna connect to his bean
The red tips tap him, then you see him bleed
They always get touched when they glide through these P's, the last one we hit, we saw him on TV
Whenever they troll me, I run up a ten, like, stash and then do it again
Walk in any Chev' and quickly box a stim
Had to back him down, he was watchin' my pen
I will not pull up if I can't bring the gen, Nunnie in the cut with like ten different friends
If you know, you know, always get it in
Push up, we gon' show you just how we defend
I-I start flockin', everyone fallin' and belongings droppin'
Three opps got hit with that hot shit and they ain't doin' shit but bunny hoppin'
Jeff Blixk got hit in his noggin, when y'all gon' hop in that ride and go pop it?
Opp thot, hate that she a lil toxic
Long as she send through whatever that drop is
I'm not changin' the topic, B Rose was duckin' and dodgin'
I was pissed off I never shot him
Nazzy was runnin', that's word to my mother, when he fell to the floor, I just thought he was floppin'
Gotta use your logic, don't be dumb
Before you mention us, you gotta tap your pockets
Any Pitchforks spotted, I drop it
Ty Gz boogied when he saw me flock it (Word to my dead)
Tie your laces or run out of luck, big dog, I could never beef with pups
You clutchin' your G? You got it tucked? I'm dumpin' it first and I'm makin' him duck
Grazed him, I heard it took off a chunk, if he would've died, the blunt would've got stuffed
Watch how I up it, aim it, dump
We go bullet for bullet and I don't give a fuck
