Lyrics: ON THE LOW

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy


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)


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