On The Low Songtext

But you would never know, it's on the low (On the low)

Spss-pss, ah-ah, ayy-ayy-ayy
Small ass, but she pretty in the face (In the face)
Ayy, I'm tryna to take you on a date (On a date)
To the crib, it's four blocks away (Blocks away)
Black men don't cheat, I'm creepin'
Tell nobody 'bout me, I'm a secret
On a trip, you should get treated (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
That pussy Fiji, bae, I'll drink it (Ayy, ayy)
That pussy bad as fuck, hit it like I'm mad as fuck
Shawty wanna eat my dick 'cause I'm tatted up ('Cause I'm tatted up)
She a scavenger, YG can handle her
Put her ass on OnlyFans, YG a manager
I got bankrolls, I hate stank hoes (Stank hoes)
Comin' to pick you up, don't take long (Don't take long)
I just fought a case with them pesos
It was cool 'til trial, then, boom, case closed

Thirty M's in the bank, for sure (Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) But you would never know, I act broke (Act broke)
Yeah, I'm tryna hit, for sure (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
But, baby, gotta keep it on the low (On the low)
I be dressin' like I model for the Vogue (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Never tell 'em where I got the clothes (Nigga, no)
Gang snuck in this bitch with a pole (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
But you would never know, it's on the low (On the low)

Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)

Fuck that, I can't even whisper
I like games, we could play chess or naked Twister
I will bust out your guts like a chocolate Swisher (Ha-ha-ha, ha, ha, ha)
Come now, don't shave cats, I like the whiskers
I meow on that bitch, never foul on that bitch
She the tourist the way she go to town on that dick
Got bondage, leather, shit is punk rock
She get off, I get off, shit, we at a bus stop, ah
Baby, what's your name? I'm him, nice to meet you (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
It ain't no service here, that nigga can't reach you
Got about a nine-inch chair, I could seat you
Let me get my dinner, knee pads, I will eat you up
Keep it low school, but cornrows, gap teeth, A-cups (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Ooh, girl, better calm the fuck down, I'm a club shooter (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Take you home, this a three million dollar Uber, goddamn

Thirty M's in the bank, for sure (It's T, baby, oh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
But you would never know, I act broke (Act broke, huh)
Yeah, I'm tryna hit, for sure (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
But, baby, gotta keep it on the low (On the low)
I be dressin' like I model for the Vogue (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Never tell 'em where I got the clothes (Nigga, no)
Gang snuck in this bitch with a pole (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
But you would never know, it's on the low (On the low)

Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)

Back that shit up to the whisper song
Back that shit up to the whisper song
Back that shit up to the whisper song
Back that shit up to the whisper song