BNF - LOWFi, Jayy Grams, Von Wilda

Let me tell you ‘bout some shit

Look, I was bored as shit, like

So I’m in the stu', was stealin'

I got a book bag on and the lil' ass was stealin' everything

My book bag was full as shit

I watched her steal on a watch, me puttin' shit back

Hahaha

Soon as I hop over the fence

Like as soon as my feet touch the ground, nigga, my bag

Damn, you throwin' something back

Mmm

Damn

I’m a young dude not livin' foul

But know some niggas if you outta pocket, nigga

Rigamortis, set in to your body now

James Harden sorta like the Rockets, nigga

I don’t wanna whip inside the pop, my nigga

I’m a rappin' kid with a lotta stigma

Never really ever had a father figure

Givin' shit to kiddies, that’s a lotta litter

That’s a lotta litter

It’s a lot of niggas

That’s just tryna stick me

For my fuckin' paper

Niggas actin' like they loose

No, we don’t fuck with goofies

Quick to catch a fade like tapers

Know how we rockin'

Ask how we ball

Say Lavar mixed with Stockton

LOWFi the movement

You know how we comin'

Peep how we groove

You can tell it’s no stoppin'

'Til bodies is droppin'

People say they love me

They try to welcome me with open hearts

Bitch, where the hell were you when I dropped soulful thoughts?

Probably flunkin' art

Gassed stinkin' like a potent fart

I push a flow like carts

And you know this be LOWFi, ayy

We some go getters and so fire, ayy

You pussy niggas can go die, ayy

Fixed the game up with no plies, nigga

Question on how we gon' fix the game up

Nigga, what?

Is you insane?

Tryna keep my cool

Pressure on the brain

Tryna keep it true

Fuck that, sell this ‘caine

Fuck goin' to school

I just need the pay

Do it after school

Fuck that anyway

I’ma stick to rappin'

We rockin' on stage

I feel just like a captain

I know that you actors

Like little Manhattan

Get lost in the city for real

Lost in my heart, it’s straight madness

You know how shit happen

But yeah, it get gritty for real

I’m hopin' that shit gon' get pretty from here

If it doesn’t, I don’t give a fuck

I’ll just be choppin' onions

‘Cause I’m used to nothin'

I know they bluffin'

I just keep it a stack

And you still be frontin'

Think they up to something'

Chop ya body then I keep half of it

Take a knee, call a nigga Kaepernick

Fuck my ex, gave her that bastard dick

Pass the fifth, askin' do pasts exist?

Mad and quick to shift to this rappin' shit

After this, might head to the lab and spit

Add a bitch, I grabbed her clit

‘Cause you know my Jake long, I’m a dragon, bitch

And no, this ain’t a song ‘cause I’m mad, lil' bitch

But how you just gon' hop on my wagon, bitch?

I’m from Murderland, so I’m draggin', bitch

Got the beat, keep switchin' like a—

K-K-Know we comin' heavy with the cannons, bitch

Fire a nigga, McMahon on some savage shit

This nigga Jay just got me in my bag and shit

So I’ma bust it if a nigga lack a grip

Back with the raps

Back with the same little niggas with MACs

They come back with missiles

That’s strapped ‘round the chest

Swear it’s not for the flex

These boys do this for rec'

Only time these boys stretch

When they lay niggas flat

Jump to assumptions

It’s end of discussion

Pack a punch

That bitch as hot as an oven

So if he act crazy

Start losin' his bonkers

Chef Curry with me

Who gon' heat up his muffin?

Like a bakery, yo

I don’t fuck with many rappers ‘cause they fake to me, bro

You know I like to spit the lyrics, now I’m gracin' the flow

Spit an eight-bar, nigga, got an eight in the hole

Got the world up on my shoulders, hella weight on me so

I try to orchestrate a scheme to penetrate through your soul

And now I’m at the possession, you see, I’m facin' my goals

Collect the spirit, got a Tommy pointin' straight at ya nose

Because it’s the Fresh Prince of B-More

Where you hear less and you see more

You can try me but them goons a prolly

Leave your body inside the sea floor

‘Cause you ain’t from ‘round over East

You ain’t from ‘round over West

You ain’t from ‘round over South

LOWFi niggas, know that we the best

Be straight, I see the regular boys

I’m like yeah, we can probably bust them up

Big ideas, guns, we ain’t worried about it, we can bust them up

So everybody’s still wife for us, somebody get down

So I’m like oh shit, na’mean?

So next thing you know, I, when I’m runnin'

I look back, soon as I look back

There be a green laser, hit like in the middle of my shit

What?

I swear, I swear to God the nigga, I put this on God

I swear to God it look like that nigga rode out of the wood

Yo, yo, this nigga had a green military suit on

Somethin' like fuckin' Modern Warfare 3 shit

That was crazy

And a AR15, just pointin' that shit at you, yo