I'm getting low
Focused on my dough
Im flying coast to coast
You know what it's hitting fo'
I'm getting low, I'm getting low
I'm getting low, I'm getting low
We getting low
Blowing on this dro
She ski without the slopes
And she sucks me like a pro
We getting low, we getting low
We getting low, we getting low
I'm getting low, down the i10
Grab her thigh while I'm driving
Open the roof, stare at the stars
Now we vibing
The whole team thriving
We made it past surviving
Shorty said she like my drip, told her dive in
And she if can't swim
Then she bound to drizzown
Cuz she know I got the juice, like I play for the Browns
Link the bro, AK, I know he rolled up a pound
Steve-O pouring up, he got a cup of the crown
Im getting low through them back blocks
Audi coupe like a matchbox
Custom name plates, so you know my whip is mad hot
My timing very ad-Hoc
I'm booked for the dough
And these feets is dead stock
Good luck finding these bro
Im getting lower than the ocean
But a young nigga be floating
Putting plans in motion
No sitting around just hoping
I be moving solo
Copping fits out in SoHo
Model bitch out in NoHo
If you didn't; now you know tho
I'm getting low
Focused on my dough
Im flying coast to coast
You know what it's hitting fo'
I'm getting low, I'm getting low
I'm getting low, I'm getting low
We getting low
Blowing on this dro
She ski without the slopes
And she sucks me like a pro
We getting low, we getting low
We getting low, we getting low
You see, I be on my low shit
Never on no hoe shit
And if don't fuck with you, don't hit me on no bro shit you heard?
Its BurrLin, Growth Zone!
This that California shit right here
Pacific Coast Highway vibes
Nice summer night, lady in the passenger seat.
Doing about 70, crusing
We getting low
We getting low nigga, We getting low