On the Low

We chill in the condo He roll it legato, we tokin' on auto He live in Toronto He socially follow the places we go when we drinking Moscato And shining a beam on the day Minors and teens on the way Trees gon sedate This night is for oui en francais Buzzin - we been in vibrato We whipping, no wallow I know it's a difficult vision to follow My thing is bravado I'm spittin' so calm but They literally swallow But I am the seed of the grape Try it with me, I'm your grave See who's in pain - I tie it and leave in the braid It won't be us - we are a unit, no housing Not the ones you should be doubting You say you feeling 100 Know that we chillin one thousand Homie my sound never clouded You ain't hard you the snow that I'm plowing Imma explore the Safari With my bars that be chrome like the browser Wanted me on your team when I wasn't Boss, you know it's my steez you in love with I'm all for the green like a budget Just tell 'em that I took the G from ya budget And I feel you, I do, but I'm solo Shit is real, I'm with you and I'm vocal But I'm free and I'm doing me also I'm making my rounds like an Oval Know my buttons and you press em' on the low In your truck and in your bed and on the floor We just fucking but I bet you wanted more The problem is this That's not what this is Know my buttons and you press em' on the low In your truck and in your bed and on the floor We just fucking but I bet you wanted more The problem with that Is I don't want that You fantasizing but imma be free Who else gon' satisfy all of these beats Who else gon' advertise dope instrumentals You still a paradise, know that you special But know it's essential to roll with the punches Know what this was, you can't hold me to nothing They thinking I'm Wiggins like Mo-G or something They see I'm winning, they cozy as fuck And see, this is why I keep it moving No time to be stagnant, and sorry that represents you Somebody told me stop wasting my time Sorry to say but I guess he meant you All of my paper should buy me new things Not Holidays, vacays and buying you gifts I got a message that needs to be saved I still got records that need to be played Know my buttons and you press em' on the low In your truck and in your bed and on the floor We just fucking but I bet you wanted more The problem is this That's not what this is Know my buttons and you press em' on the low In your truck and in your bed and on the floor We just fucking but I bet you wanted more The problem with that Is I don't want that My bad, sorry My bad My bad, sorry