Low Low - DJ Mustard, Nipsey Hussle

If it ain’t a Chevy, don’t raise it up

And, if it ain’t the kush, don’t blaze it up

I’m sticking to the script while niggas changing up

They beats sounding like the homie, now they fake as fuck

But look, I was in the fo' with my crew Tiny Cobby

On the ten, getting high, with my whole hood behind me

I had two zones on me, play it cool, there go Johnny

As soon as I could say it, I felt like they got behind me

So he tried to hit the exit but his brakes ain’t working

Doing 50 on the ramp had to brace the swerve and

Much to my surprise

We ain’t even crashing, ain’t nobody died

But, we burnt rubber from the side

Parked and hopped out like it ain’t nobody side

Fuck it, GPS the body shop

This type of shit happen all the fucking time cause

All I do is bounce in my low low

Hittin' corners, nigga, I’m solo

Got the burner in the low low

Damn nigga, there go po po

Pops used to have the low low

I was little in a low low

You know I got it for the low low

You know I get it for the low low

Let’s get high, bitch

In my Damu ride

On my momma, I’m on one

Hitting that side to side

Bitch wrapped a flag round the pistol, the rag sit awkward

Hop out shwanging, sag show my boxers

Belt $ 12.50, Robins, no Dickie

Dice Gang feely, school 'em like Tee Cee

Aight, mothafuck a rumor last week I died twice

But lose your mind and double cross me, hope you find Christ

Papa was a rolling stone in the low rider

Piru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter

Six-Fo, Six-Tre, Impala

Bend the corner, three-wheeling, scrape the bottom

Front, back, pancake, fuck what a man say

Pull up on your hood, day, and park it on your landscape