For The Low Pt. 2 Lyrics - Singles - Lil Bibby

feat. Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa 

I still got what the fuck you need nigga 

What you sayin? 

Hit my phone 

Hannn 

I still got what you need nigga 

Coke, pills or leaves nigga 

I still got what you need nigga 

Coke, pills or leaves nigga 

Bitch I'm the man, bitch I'm the man, bitch I'm the man 

Bitch I'm the man, bitch I'm the man, bitch I'm the man 

Bitch I'm the man, fuck is you saying, bitch I'm the man 

Bitch I'm the man, bitch I'm the man, bitch I'm the man 

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I get to the cash 

These niggas is crafts, they making me laugh 

I walk in the mall, grab what I want, put that on my tab 

Fuck is you saying, fuck is you doing, why is you playing 

You don't do what? wait on this porch, call you a cab 

My niggas be whipping and flipping the dope 

Dissing my lineup could get you some smoke 

They know Lil Bibby got shit 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 nigga 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 niggas shotters 

You die or you gonna need doctors 

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Still keep it real, still counting hundred dollar bills 

Still on that weed, never pills 

Still probably fucked your bitch, let her chill 

Still rolling kush after every meal 

Still pushing foreign wheels, still tell you how I feel 

Be a real ass nigga, smoking up when I want 

The next one I roll gon be bigger 

I'm drunk as fuck 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 ass to shake 

I'm smoking great, I roll one, don't procrastinate 

I pass the nick, get money at a faster pace 

My weed is killer, assassination, shit, goddamn! 

Still got them goons, still got them shooters, fuck is you thanking? 

Yea I got plaques on the wall, but still got niggas that'll come and stank you 

My dogs do karate, walker, Texas ranger 

If I Instagram your bitch, Imma make her famous 

I've been going hard since 2 years old 

Juicy J, I be runnin' through these hoes 

All these niggas 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 

Fuck 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 nigga wasting all your time tryna spoil that dirty bitch 

And she gon hit the club tonight and suck a rich nigga dick