Dry k** Logic - On The Low lyrics

[Hook] On the low What's up with you ho b**hes smokin dro Bet you know Bust like forty four When I spit that flow cause we go hard Like that sh** they hustle on the boulevard f** your broad b**h I bet I could b**h I bet I would Lemme get it Lemme get it Lemme get it right now That's the sh** I've been on R A double T P A C K sponsored links You know we sh** on Anybody in the way all day I'm livin my life boy you know to the fullest These women, they love us, they push us and pull us Just me and my team takin shots without bullets Gettin this money, you know we don't bullsh** People they love it, they know the name I got a little change, but I'm still the same So break it down Break it down The sh** I'm rockin, they don't make it now I've got haters and they talk sh** But that's okay, I've got real sh** That's heartfelt, make you feel sh** But right now it's time for that trill sh** k**ers and murderers Dealers and burglars Round my way, they never heard of you From that West Deer Park Where they k** after dark but that never occur to you Been broke, dirt broke While my brothers was hustlin pushin that coke That's the life of a G, but it wasn't for me And for real, that's the reason I wrote [Hook] On the low What's up with you ho b**hes smokin dro Bet you know Bust like forty four When I spit that flow cause we go hard Like that sh** they hustle on the boulevard f** your broad b**h I bet I could b**h I bet I would On the low I be so high Touchin the sky I got a wood, so f** the world Until I die If you ain't know It's Kid Ink baby Representin Alumni Off three shots but, you ain't hear the gun co*k Fat a** blunt n***a, yours looks sun dried What it do, I'm on two Tell em straight up, no juice Never goin' back to the broke old days But I've got a room full of retro J's Never seen these, look back at it I see your bank and I laugh at it Blowin kush up, like an air mattress One hit will leave a n***a asthmatic And we goin up Ain't nobody sober Know that molly, uncut Eighteen and over Got three chains, two girls Hangin over my shoulders Give it up in one motion Know that money is the motive [Hook] On the low What's up with you ho b**hes smokin dro Bet you know Bust like forty four When I spit that flow cause we go hard Like that sh** they hustle on the boulevard f** your broad b**h I bet I could b**h I bet I would My time My time is now I cannot wait They say that love, it comes with hate When I made it out the streets I when that love it turned to hate I didn't turn up, I turned away The time is short, no time to waste All these n***as up in my face, they ain't my friends All these n***as up in my face, they ain't my friends I've got fam servin fiends And fiends I call my fam If you wanna keep your b**h Then make sure she don't cross my path Cause if she do, she see my shoes She peep my swag, she get online Check my background b**h you seen that cash My only motto about that money is get more My only motto about that money is get more [Hook] x 2 On the low What's up with you ho b**hes smokin dro Bet you know Bust like forty four When I spit that flow cause we go hard Like that sh** they hustle on the boulevard f** your broad b**h I bet I could b**h I bet I would.