L.A Gun Smoke - Weed 4 The Low lyrics

[Verse 1: King Lil G] Yeah, I slide through in that Benzo (All white) Everybody knowing it's official My clic tatted up, hoes be acting up - b**h, get a hold of my pistol I dedicate it to the rivals Ain't no really telling what I might do This the kind of sh** I like to vibe to Smoke weed if you'd like to I'm West Coasting 'til I'm overdosing Smoking the potent I hold in my lungs b**hes getting my undivided attention Did I mention that they feeling me like the plates on a trunk Blue bandana even though I'm cold blooded Self-Provoked, that's my L.A. cuz And my clic stay busting, ra-ta-ta-ta Notorious, man I'm ready to die Tiffany, she don't f** with me, tell Alexis said she was in love with me AK4-7 company, we came from nothing to luxury Like blah! [Chorus: King Lil G] I got the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it) Come f** with me on the low, come f** with me on the low (f** with it) I get the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it) Come f** with me on the low, come f** with me on the low (f** with it) [Verse 2: L.A. Gun Smoke] You got a gun, but ain't using it Why the f** you act like you shooting sh**? You ain't got no plugs, you ain't moving bricks I made my point, you ain't moving sh** f** you know about a prison term? I lived and learned it f** what you heard about prison murders f** what you heard about my clic, we murderers AK47, boy pack a burner Where the f** you from? I probably know all your big homies I give you a number to contact, you call it... And see if they know me I'm smoking that k**a, I'm selling that k**a I'm getting that sh** by the O-Z You fake and you f** with the police Fool, why you be fronting? Boy, you ain't no k**a [Chorus: King Lil G] I got the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (For the low) Come f** with me on the low, come f** with me on the low (On the low) I get the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I get it) Come f** with me on the low, come f** with me on the low (f** with it) [Verse 3: Self Provoked] A bone in the motherf**ing west Side Where they g**n and they got the pretty model chicks with the b**bs and they thick thighs All right, let's write Late night, no alarm we the late time Catch flights, no breaks, jet lag, b**h you know that I take mine Yo We are the Elohem [?] if you cashed out right then I can trust in you But if you tell me lies I'ma contribute to the same old thing that could've ended you Tell the rate, no betrayal, frail temper, and I ain't real centered I remain with the same crew Venom shoot through veins, when I'm on the same page [?] I'm angel, with a devilish grin Let me tell you a little something about the message I give [?] My mom, my pops, my blood, [?] take it all in Mom striked the bong on July twenty third Here I am, crazy minded, about to blow superb Dismiss common sense, I don't think like you Critic my minds and what the f** you do On A High Note, I will rep it 'til the sun blows and the world's dark and still Ain't here to prove to anyone that I got sk** Do what I got to do, f** how you feel Side hustles just to get me by and now I'm thinking bigger Company sh** with hella big figures Barely back [?] game into my name So I swig my liquor, run it [Chorus: King Lil G] I got the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it) Come f** with me on the low, come f** with me on the low (f** with it) I get the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it) Come f** with me on the low, come f** with me on the low (f** with it)