Low Life - Gunplay, Triple C

I don’t rob no more

Steal a ride, I pack a 2

Ski a slow, act a fool

I’m a murker ghoul

You don’t want my true circle dude

And these killers gonna do what they paid to do

Everything I say so goddamn low life

Every song I play so goddamn low life

Hard class steel, such a goddamn low life

Pride, cash deals, such a goddamn low life

Low life, low life

Low life my whole life

Low life, low life

Low life my whole life

Human methadone now leave me the F alone

I take your bitch and F her dome

It’s me they wishin' death upon

Human methadone now leave me the F alone

I take your bitch and F her dome

It’s me they wishin' death upon

F 'em all, safety on the F-in off

Call the trauma truck I’m a check his pulse

Swing back, Ridge Mars, search and destroy

All I have in this world is a pistol nigga piss poor

Now I throw my dues up in the two thousand new some

Rainin' cats and dogs but I don’t want the roof up

Get your issue here I got deuce

You disappear like bishop Pierce, I do not choose

My angle obtuse, Triple C my family tree

I ain’t roots, I ain’t see, I ain’t do

I just shot and been shot at, rob robbers, boss bosses 'round

O’s and E’s, Wheel of Fortune style

Low life, wouldn’t trust the neither

Pedigree amphetamine feel, pills 'round the reefer

Have these niggers' women, never bought diamonds

We just wait for you to get it, now we all got 'em

All papers chief, this PO makes me sick

Another test stress, fuck it, use the baby’s piss

Low life, been bout' it

Party harder than that day they murdered Bin Laden

Black and yellow chains, black and yellow fit

When I throw co lethal, wait before I cut the check

Went through my low life fast

Still lovin' these strip clubs

Dance is off for two hundred but I’m on the pill and I’m on six dubs

Low life of my whole life to my paper loan

My trap doin' so good, might get to extra zones

And I ain’t even talkin' about no clean money

I’m talkin' dope profit that keep that triple bean jumpin'

Hundred thousand dollar car but ain’t no fuckin' gas

I’m one hundred in the hood, you had to pay to pass

Robbin' for the same work we sold to you

Might take all your new shit, look like it’s old to you

That purple in my swisher got me seeing shit

I just bought another chopper that ain’t seen the clip