Lowkey II YCK

Smoking in the backyard crash and I can’t start
Blunts to the face when I race like it’s nascar
Bitch I’ve been my own plug growing all my own drugs
Step into the dirt and I’ve been digging fucking bones up

Pretty fucking factual that I don’t like a casual
I’m winging all this shit I’m rolling deeper with no manual
Can’t see well you got glaucoma
Backing up quick put you in a Glock coma

No one say let’s go out to fucking Fresno
I don’t needa bitch in my ear cause I said so
Say that I’ll be famous but I don’t think being less known
Making any difference I already made a deathnote

Drug composing I’m down and I’m feeling loaded
I’m smoking alone and hoping a fucker would toe to toe and
Fade that’s a fact no problem when I attack
So wack when they all rap but fuck it I made a stack

Yeah we like to keep it lowkey
Hard up in the paint bitch I gotta go deep
Rolling up first then I’m getting proceeds
I’ve been spilling codeine I’m a fucking dope fiend

Body bag zip zip blunts that I rip rip
Bet you went and fuckin told the cops little tip tip
Thinking that you big shit then you start to nitpick
Boutta meet up with your bitch fuck then I dip quick