"Oribe" lyrics

(Low The Great)
(Is that Trey?)

I woke up on a Monday morning, got to yawn and stretched
I kissed my bitch, she frowned and squinted, smelled my morning breath
I sent a prayer up to the gods, repent my wrong regrets, I'm blessed
I charm my chest, I wash my flesh with Oribe to keep me fresh
I used to be zest, I'm so impressed for my closet is such a mess
With all these different wardrobes, take the longest to get me dressed
I'm not the strongest from my set, but I put on the best and yes
I know the rest gonna want to test 'cause we all got shit we invested
Ain't no question 'bout the section, killer, show respect
Detective rookies turn to bookies, we take all the bets
They waiting for us in the bounty, inmates so depressed
Unless you got a check, emoji flex, strong arming, nigga, jaw vesting
Okay, let's get back to the story, nigga, I'm sliding Benz
Rest in peace, Benz, Tiny, Pistol, Rex and Slim
I'm on the freeway dodging DA's, wiping prints, moving phlegm
Blocking the rim, enterprise GM, like June and TimTim, nigga
I got street credit, three debits and an Everett
I make it look easy, E like Eric in America
I'ma need a medic, how I bleed 'em at the register
I pray, I make believers, only time I'm not a predator
Decided to take my time, I ain't racing, nigga
Shine just look like mine
Put that razor to my grind and feeling peace, slide
Hollows fly if niggas trying to take my life
That gang way, it was my gateway
That gang way, it was my gateway

I got street credit, three debits and an Everett
I'ma need a medic, how I bleed them at the register
Decided to take my time, I ain't racing
Put that razor to my grind and feeling peace, slide
Hollows fly if niggas trying to take my line
That gang way, it was my gateway