Low

[Verse 1]
You tryna throw all that shade
Rollin through my streets like a self-made parade
You won't say sh*t when I know you out fool!
You wish you was this f*ckin cool
Put the gun to your head, turn you into a ghoul
Why you talking so much sh*t?
Tryna be like me, you know you can't spit
Always sayin “you need more creativity”
“Stop rappin about all this negativity”
Can't say f*ckin faggot cause of your sensitivity
Always runnin your f*ckin mouth, now I bet your quick to grab it
You don't seem to stop, call it a f*ckin habit
Stop tryna diss me, better go and pack it
You actin like you can f*ckin diss
Ruined your career, you just got dismissed
Actin like you hard, b*tch you never got sh*tfaced or f*ckin p*ssed
Actin like you have seen f*ckin violence
Shut yo f*ckin mouth, I wanna hear some silence
If you talk sh*t, then just say goodnight kid
Forbid you see me when you close your eyelids

[Chorus]
I've gone to f*ckin low!
But I love the way I diss ya
Cause you get so f*ckin mad yea
This song is just a f*ckin jab, yeah, not a b*tch smack
But you're too f*ckin scared to hit me back!

[Verse 2]
Used to be f*ckin close
But this song gon leave you froze
I ain't-a pus*y, I just know you're too scared to catch these fists I throw
Cause you don't wanna go toe to toe
You don't wanna throw no blows
I challenge you, but you're a no-show
f*ck you, bout to f*ckin flow
When a fag act hard
Cut a fag with a glass shard
Leave yo ass scarred
Yo just a f*ckin blowhard
Throw these fists, you gonna get bombarded
What a f*ckin retard
Burn you, now you charred
Bury you in my backyard
Call the national guard
Rollin down boulevard
f*ck yo life, just gonna disregard

[Chorus]
I've gone to f*ckin low!
But I love the way I diss ya
Cause you get so f*ckin mad yea
This song is just a f*ckin jab, yeah, not a b*tch smack
But you're too f*ckin scared to hit me back!

[Bridge]
So from the front to back, I f*ckin attack (attack)
Your eyesight turns to f*ckin black (black)
Your lyrics are all f*ckin wack (wack)
You make me wanna f*ckin yak (yak)
Heat all over this f*ckin track (track)
Runaway, better pull back (back)
Stuff your body in the f*ckin cadillac (cadillac)
Cause I'm a f*ckin maniac (iac)
Put you down, you just hit the sack! (sack!)

[Chorus]
I've gone to f*ckin low!
But I love the way I diss ya
Cause you get so f*ckin mad yea
This song is just a f*ckin jab, yeah, not a b*tch smack
But you're too f*ckin scared to hit me back!
I've gone to f*ckin low!
But I love the way I diss ya
Cause you get so f*ckin mad yea
This song is just a f*ckin jab, yeah, not a b*tch smack
But you're too f*ckin scared to hit me back!

[Outro]
You ain't gonna do sh*t mother f*cker!