Get Low

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

Yeah, I get the bag and run it up (run it up)

Yeah, I get the bag and run it up (I get the bag and run it up)

Yeah, I get the bag and run it up, yeah (I run it up)

I get the bag and run it up (run it up)

You gotta be Special Ed, thinkin' 'bout runnin' up

We make it hot, look like the sun is up (look like the sun is up)

Right by the Tommy's, that's where the gun is tucked (that's where the gun is tucked)

Damn, pull out your gun, then you better blow

Bro off a pill when he do a drill

So when he get high, you better get low

Know we make it hot, summer

Lil' bitch, I'm the shit, plumber

Back out the stick, make it beat like a drummer

I ain't lyin', I keep it a hunna

My shooters be sliding, you die if you run up

I pull up, put a bag on your brother

That nigga still hot and I know he a chucker

Can't respect him, can't wait 'til we catch him

Tell broski to wet him, spread bullets like butter

Fuck the plug, he ain't gettin' no money

Bitch gon' fuck 'cause I came from the gutter

She heard I be trappin', I made her my sucker

They ain't with it, I know that they cappin'

My gang get to clappin', they runnin' for cover

Yeah, they runnin' for cover, uh

Yeah, they runnin' for cover, uh

I get the bag and run it up (run it up)

You gotta be Special Ed, thinkin' 'bout runnin' up

We make it hot, look like the sun is up (look like the sun is up)

Right by the Tommy's, that's where the gun is tucked (that's where the gun is tucked)

Damn, pull out your gun, then you better blow

Bro off a pill when he do a drill

So when he get high, you better get low

Look, please don't play with the bros

I promise they see you, they doin' the most

Look, can't hit no lick and go ghost

I ride with my brothers, we splittin' the toast

Back 'em down, I'm like Shaq in the post

Yeah, I could do it, don't need nobody close

Is you ridin', you ready to go?

You say you bangin', better buy you a pole

Strapped up, ain't no leavin' it home

Don't act up, we put one in your dome

Get clapped up, now your name on a stone

Throw racks up, watching bitches unfold

Since a youngin, we was all buggin'

Tryna make the block hot when it's cold, yeah

(Tryna make the block hot when it's cold)

I get the bag and run it up (run it up)

You gotta be Special Ed, thinkin' 'bout runnin' up

We make it hot, look like the sun is up (look like the sun is up)

Right by the Tommy's, that's where the gun is tucked (that's where the gun is tucked)

Damn, pull out your gun, then you better blow

Bro off a pill when he do a drill

So when he get high, you better get low