Lil Bibby - For The Low Pt.2 lyrics

[Intro:] I still got what the f** you need n***a What you sayin? Hit my phone Hannn [Hook: Lil Bibby] I still got what you need n***a Coke, pills or leaves n***a I still got what you need n***a Coke, pills or leaves n***a b**h I'm the man, b**h I'm the man, b**h I'm the man b**h I'm the man, b**h I'm the man, b**h I'm the man b**h I'm the man, f** is you saying, b**h I'm the man b**h I'm the man, b**h I'm the man, b**h I'm the man [Verse 1: Lil Bibby] I get to the cash These n***as is crafts, they making me laugh I walk in the mall, grab what I want, put that on my tab f** is you saying, f** is you doing, why is you playing You don't do what? wait on this porch, call you a cab My n***as be whipping and flipping the dope Dissing my lineup could get you some smoke They know Lil Bibby got sh** for the low I'm out of town, you just hit up my bro (Hey hold up, how many you want? I'm finna meet you right there man by that cut on 78th and Kingston) Young n***a still serving them J's Peyton Manning, I be making them plays L's to the grave, remember them days, I'm stuck in my ways And we got them choppers Trust me when I say you don't want them problems We blow at them oppers, my young n***as shotters You die or you gonna need doctors [Hook] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Still keep it real, still counting hundred dollar bills Still on that weed, never pills Still probably f**ed your b**h, let her chill Still rolling kush after every meal Still pushing foreign wheels, still tell you how I feel Be a real a** n***a, smoking up when I want The next one I roll gon be bigger I'm drunk as f** off that liquor Don't make no mistakes Sold out my tour now all I want to do is smoke and skate Wait, the hating only motivate I got more cash, I hope she got more a** to shake I'm smoking great, I roll one, don't procrastinate I pa** the nick, get money at a faster pace My weed is k**er, a**a**ination, sh**, goddamn! [Hook] [Verse 3: Juicy J] Still got them goons, still got them shooters, f** is you thanking? Yea I got plaques on the wall, but still got n***as that'll come and stank you My dogs do karate, walker, Texas ranger If I Instagram your b**h, I'm a make her famous I've been going hard since 2 years old Juicy J, I be runnin' through these hoes All these n***as got somethin' to say Till I pull up to the club in the UFO Dancing in these streets on these brand new Forgiatos Come and try me, think you slick? Fully auto full of hollows f** is you hating for, I came from the bottom now I'm making dough Move out my way and let me make some more I chase the cash, you chasing hoes Stupid n***a wasting all your time tryna spoil that dirty b**h And she gon hit the club tonight and s** a rich n***a dick [Hook]