Callon B - Low Flows lyrics

[Intro: Callon B & Toven] CB - AC on the beat (Hoot) T - Oooh weee CB - Had to bring out Xanny Nanny, Pablo Pacino what up? T - What up? CB - Where my Junkies at? GYB, Junk MuZic [Verse: Callon B x Toven] (Callon B) Yeah Late nights in the studio, early morning with a bad b**h Mid day I'm high as hell, late nights I lack sense Memories I don't recall, alcohol dope and all Every time I leave the booth I leaving y'all with open jaws (Toven) The way I'm feeling right now, is so profound So is my style, I'm a wild child With this sound, I am pimpin while you simpin I be limpin with a gangsta walk Gangstas move in silence so this gangsta here he will not talk (Callon B) Less we talkin money honey Backwoods full of hydro I'm so one track f**in minded bout my f**in cash flow Some wanna call me an a**hole f** it I'ma let the gas blow Blow ya mind and over time I'ma be a Ginga who had soul (Toven) You got rhythm and you got soul I got drank and I got blow Abstract agorism's when I roll Smooth ride to the fly side I look down on haters as i hang glide Damn, I must testify (Callon B) I'm the best to rhyme, fist up until I'm next to die Set aside all these pesticides bet I'm next to fly Got you buggin T-Taylor out here thuggin We ain't huggin when we on the mic bussin Then it's exit time (Toven) I'm bustin out with an extra 9 I'm on a extra grind it's my time to flex and shine You n***as way behind I think it's time you catch up Numb nuts, but the d** I'm on don't numb much Don't get bum rushed you dumb chump (Callon B) Chum buckets in the face of my nemesis, they ignorant You can't ignore my emphasis on what I'm sayin in this Is creation call it Genesis, the code is in my makeup Homie wake up we can finish this we eminent (Toven) The presence of my blessings seem to be interceptin My neglectance for the ignorant Predominant is what I wanna be But shadyness it be surrounding me But I'll proudly be the one to grow and glow And for the record I won't go (Callon B) b**h I'm going on a roll, no not a triple stack Got your back, full of more Prophets than a temple has Rhymes like a temple smash, blows to your cerebral sh** is lethal if you're scared make your way to the Cathedral (Toven) In this Chapel let me wash away my sins I spot the Devils grin, I won't break at the shins I was born to win, strong in the chin but stronger in the heart And I won't croak until my body and my soul depart (Callon B) Designer bags under my eyes, safe to say I haven't slept in days Whole lot of bad habits I have yet to change The next to bang boom blow hoe whatver I just do my thang, Flame dro on my endeavors (Toven) It's no contest with this conquest I'm on In my zone with this stone Droppin like a Army drone It ain't no clone and these b**hes is all shones I'ma sit back relax kick feet on my throne [Outro: Toven] Ohhhh weeee Yeah n***a It's Callon B Toven baby Pablo Pacino GYB AC Productions You know whats up Yeah