Lows by Kringe Lyrics
Intro-
(wow)
(fuck!)
You know what the fuck going on! (random hype screaming)
Verse 1-
Life so tough, dad dap me up
SK in tha trunk, Power in the back picking up the front
We could run it back, who I’m running from?
I ain’t dodge shit, never been the one
Quiet little brown kid thinking shit sweet man you can take an Air Force one to the teeth
I don’t flash guns bitch but I’m from the H where it’s legal I could really air it out and stay free
Get to know me, fuck a trophy
Let me catch mill, straight up off the beats
I just wanna dip get rich come back with a stack and make sure the whole family eat
Get 3 cribs 1 sell 1 rent 1 live
So I don’t ask nobody for shit
Big boss moves, 1 deep troop
Brothers on my back never lose
Mindset turned go and get a back (uh) Felt like the dude off the Notre Dame (uh)
Tay like damn boy you mad tough how come you don’t act up fuck it now I know I am (uh)
Warehouse live I stomp out, 400 stay packed out
Yea
Ay
Ya
Ay
Hook-
Grimy little bitch
We could run tha fist
Why you gotta talk so much get hit
I could never switch, I just made a hit
Gonna break bread make my sibling rich
Heart so cold, Ice man man shit
Fuck you and the whole team you came with
Squad 6 deep, work no sleep
Rap star shit little bitch don’t sleep! (On me)
Verse 2-
Who gang who gang,I just know 2 things
Nobody a true king, humble in your own zone
Everybody lose things, everybody go through things
A hurt mans dangerous, it don’t matter if you famous
Everybody got a stainless, cruel world sick world
Clout make em hate u. Money make me take u
(Uh, yea)
Can you turn it down a notch uh
How u make the venue knock uh
Openers raging like headliners maybe we next and so maybe you not
Uh
I did everything from dirt
Knew nobody wait my turn on a curb
Gained allot but lost allot on return
Trust nobody only God that I serve
Hook 2-
Grimy little bitch
We could run tha fist
Why you gotta talk so much get hit
I could never switch, I just made a hit
Gonna break bread make my sibling rich
Heart so cold, Ice man man shit
Fuck you and the whole team you came with
Squad 6 deep, work no sleep
Rap star shit little bitch don’t sleep! (On me)
(wow)
(fuck!)
You know what the fuck going on! (random hype screaming)
Verse 1-
Life so tough, dad dap me up
SK in tha trunk, Power in the back picking up the front
We could run it back, who I’m running from?
I ain’t dodge shit, never been the one
Quiet little brown kid thinking shit sweet man you can take an Air Force one to the teeth
I don’t flash guns bitch but I’m from the H where it’s legal I could really air it out and stay free
Get to know me, fuck a trophy
Let me catch mill, straight up off the beats
I just wanna dip get rich come back with a stack and make sure the whole family eat
Get 3 cribs 1 sell 1 rent 1 live
So I don’t ask nobody for shit
Big boss moves, 1 deep troop
Brothers on my back never lose
Mindset turned go and get a back (uh) Felt like the dude off the Notre Dame (uh)
Tay like damn boy you mad tough how come you don’t act up fuck it now I know I am (uh)
Warehouse live I stomp out, 400 stay packed out
Yea
Ay
Ya
Ay
Hook-
Grimy little bitch
We could run tha fist
Why you gotta talk so much get hit
I could never switch, I just made a hit
Gonna break bread make my sibling rich
Heart so cold, Ice man man shit
Fuck you and the whole team you came with
Squad 6 deep, work no sleep
Rap star shit little bitch don’t sleep! (On me)
Verse 2-
Who gang who gang,I just know 2 things
Nobody a true king, humble in your own zone
Everybody lose things, everybody go through things
A hurt mans dangerous, it don’t matter if you famous
Everybody got a stainless, cruel world sick world
Clout make em hate u. Money make me take u
(Uh, yea)
Can you turn it down a notch uh
How u make the venue knock uh
Openers raging like headliners maybe we next and so maybe you not
Uh
I did everything from dirt
Knew nobody wait my turn on a curb
Gained allot but lost allot on return
Trust nobody only God that I serve
Hook 2-
Grimy little bitch
We could run tha fist
Why you gotta talk so much get hit
I could never switch, I just made a hit
Gonna break bread make my sibling rich
Heart so cold, Ice man man shit
Fuck you and the whole team you came with
Squad 6 deep, work no sleep
Rap star shit little bitch don’t sleep! (On me)