"Get Low (No Hands)" lyrics
Girl, the way you movin' got me in a trance (Uh)
DJ, turn me up, ladies, this your jam (Don't reach, somebody get blammed)
I'ma sip Moscato tonight, might relapse, fuck
Then I'ma throw this money (Uh) while you do it with no hands (Oh my God, ivaaa, you blow 'em up)
Ayy, you gon' do your dance, bitch, ain't givin' up neck
Lil' bro with that fire like a fan, get up with my mans, come get an advance
Huh, huh, don't reach, somebody get blammed
Stamped, what you think I'ma do with these bands?
I pray a fuck nigga singin' and sang
I'm stuffin' dog shit all in my pants
I'm stuffin' dog dick deep in a bitch (Woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Lil' bruh out that window, he swingin' a stick
Wherever they play at, I'm leavin' my clip
I'ma throw these shots and give 'em a tip
Wrist sit up, shit doin' a flip
Go blitz, I won't lil' box with these niggas, I go count up my cheese (Uh-huh)
(Girl, drop it to the-)
Get down, get low (Get low)
Lil' bruh get to bumpin' that brrt, bitch get in the way and we sendin' him home (Uh-huh, come on)
Before I got rich off a beat, my lil' brother got rich on the phone
LBs still gettin' sold, we seen more TDs than Pat Mahomes
I just talked to Jefe on the phone and hollered how this shit goin' on (Set)
I should've told him how I love him and I'm ridin' right or wrong, but I didn't (Blatt, blatt, ayy, nigga)
Fuck, so I cut it and put it in this song (Set)
Free Street, he was playin' with dirty birds like the Georgia Dome (Set, set)
Big YRB, this shit goin' on (Set)
'Fore I break the code, I'll break a bone (Set)
Nigga playin' hatin', what the hell he on?
I don't know, but I'll bust his melon though (Blatt, blatt)
Big 10 on me, I'ma make it home
Bae too, so we don't die, Julio (Huh)
Ayy, shots up for the gang, nigga, we got a hunnid shots if you movin' wrong (Come on)
(Girl, drop it to the-)
Get down, get low (Get down, ah)
Lil' bruh get to bumpin' that brrt, bitch get in the way and we sendin' him home (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
He don't think with his mind, we be tappin' his dome (Come on)
Don't get in that car with no phone
My Gen5 hold Karl Marlones
Somebody get clapped like we at a show
Love the way your, it go
You know I wanna do-
Work my move, push your ass (You know)
Fuck that, blatt, blatt
Drop it to the- (Get down, get low)
Bro get to bumpin' that brrt, bitch get in the way and we sendin' you home
DJ, turn me up, ladies, this your jam (Don't reach, somebody get blammed)
I'ma sip Moscato tonight, might relapse, fuck
Then I'ma throw this money (Uh) while you do it with no hands (Oh my God, ivaaa, you blow 'em up)
Ayy, you gon' do your dance, bitch, ain't givin' up neck
Lil' bro with that fire like a fan, get up with my mans, come get an advance
Huh, huh, don't reach, somebody get blammed
Stamped, what you think I'ma do with these bands?
I pray a fuck nigga singin' and sang
I'm stuffin' dog shit all in my pants
I'm stuffin' dog dick deep in a bitch (Woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Lil' bruh out that window, he swingin' a stick
Wherever they play at, I'm leavin' my clip
I'ma throw these shots and give 'em a tip
Wrist sit up, shit doin' a flip
Go blitz, I won't lil' box with these niggas, I go count up my cheese (Uh-huh)
(Girl, drop it to the-)
Get down, get low (Get low)
Lil' bruh get to bumpin' that brrt, bitch get in the way and we sendin' him home (Uh-huh, come on)
Before I got rich off a beat, my lil' brother got rich on the phone
LBs still gettin' sold, we seen more TDs than Pat Mahomes
I just talked to Jefe on the phone and hollered how this shit goin' on (Set)
I should've told him how I love him and I'm ridin' right or wrong, but I didn't (Blatt, blatt, ayy, nigga)
Fuck, so I cut it and put it in this song (Set)
Free Street, he was playin' with dirty birds like the Georgia Dome (Set, set)
Big YRB, this shit goin' on (Set)
'Fore I break the code, I'll break a bone (Set)
Nigga playin' hatin', what the hell he on?
I don't know, but I'll bust his melon though (Blatt, blatt)
Big 10 on me, I'ma make it home
Bae too, so we don't die, Julio (Huh)
Ayy, shots up for the gang, nigga, we got a hunnid shots if you movin' wrong (Come on)
(Girl, drop it to the-)
Get down, get low (Get down, ah)
Lil' bruh get to bumpin' that brrt, bitch get in the way and we sendin' him home (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
He don't think with his mind, we be tappin' his dome (Come on)
Don't get in that car with no phone
My Gen5 hold Karl Marlones
Somebody get clapped like we at a show
Love the way your, it go
You know I wanna do-
Work my move, push your ass (You know)
Fuck that, blatt, blatt
Drop it to the- (Get down, get low)
Bro get to bumpin' that brrt, bitch get in the way and we sendin' you home
