Low - SIMBA

«A nigga like me man.

(Simba: You know young nigga got dough)

I love the game

I love the hustle man

Be feeling like one of the ball playing niggas you know

The bird or magic or something

You know when niggas got dough

A nigga could lead the league

But if I leave, the fans still gon love me man?»

(Simba: Aye this that shit right here man

You know young nigga got dough)

You know young nigga got dough

Hit her 3 times in a row

I got that crack for the high

But I got that gas for the low

I can’t stop moving this dope

I can’t stop moving this dope

They say that it’s only the summer

So how is he making it snow

You know young nigga got dough

Hit her 3 times in a row

I got that crack for the high

But I got that gas for the low

I can’t stop moving this dope

I can’t stop moving this dope

They say that it’s only the summer

So how is he making it snow

They think that I’m selling heron

Cuz im trapping out and its cold

My manz serving xans on the grove

Big bro move them pounds like a pro

Thousand grams in a farm let it grow

I’m smoking that OG with bro

I’m trapping out Maryland I got that Monroe

The streets can get cold keep that fire on my coat

Simdawg been trapping I keep me a thing

I cook me a rock hit the block then ching ching

You wan join the team tell me what can you bring

I had a best friend and he was Philippine

We was about 9 now we both is 18

He just hit my phone said he got a few things

That’s gon make us some cream and fufill all our dreams

If we gon do it lets do it extreme

Like your Auntie I stay ona stove

You can smoke it or sniff up your nose

This for trappers this song ain’t for hoes

Constant junkies they cop about four

Want your chickens for here there it go

Run up on me the fuck is you slow

Aye

You know young nigga got dough

Hit her 3 times in a row

I got that crack for the high

But I got that gas for the low

I can’t stop moving this dope

I can’t stop moving this dope

They say that it’s only the summer

So how is he making it snow