Low Curren$y (Ft. Rob49)

[Intro: Rob49]
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Rob49]
I said I'm ridin' low
I don't see no competition, yeah
I turn my L's into dubs, yeah
I'm just a different nigga, aight, yeah
I'm baggin' Jet Life, but I'm in my two-seater, yeah
My brother died at his prime, shit I wish he coulda steal wit' me, yeah

[Verse 1: Rob49]
I'm makin' music, I don't like the move
Feel like I'm givin' all this to the streets, but who take care of me? Yeah
I used to wanna fuck my superstars
Until I fucked one, now this bitch don't wanna let me leave, yeah
I put that Nola pipe on, that's just why I come from that nigga
Ain't nothin' like New Orleans, yeah
Want paint my new whip, lucid blue
'Cause he gave 'em game, I think I won't acknowledge 'em, yeah
A nigga goated up, dripped this fuck
If I ain't have confidence, I ain't my momma's son, yeah
Smokin' good gas
I think they smokin' barber and dreaded, let's go ground for ground, yeah
They said I came up shootin' dice at school, breakin' all the rules
Warm my feelings on my sleeves 'til I stop chronic, took 'em off
I ain't ultra, tryna cry no more
I beat the press, I'm tryna be caked up wit' my feet up on the jet, nigga, yeah