Stuntin' like a maniac, in the strip club blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too lowkey for that) Stuntin' like a maniac, in the streets nigga where the ladies at (I'm way too lowkey for that) Stuntin' like a maniac, ask niggas, bitch I got my paper stacked (I'm too lowkey for that) Yeah, stuntin' like a maniac all day (Somebody better let 'em know) (I'm too lowkey for that) Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah Tryna show the hoes the cash flow (Nigga I'm too lowkey for that) My foot is on the gas though Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah hoe (I'm not too lowkey for that) Nigga, I just do what it does What's up? What it do? What's up? What it do? You blowin' all your money on the hoes and the cars bro It's all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too lowkey for that) I'll admit my last few years have been kinda rusty Have I been beatin' myself up? In my mind I must be I slowed down, watchin' my peers as they rise above me 'Cause rap's a leap of faith except nobody ties the bungee These times are ugly I'm close to my midlife, the crisis hunts me Calm on the surface but inside I'm grumpy If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap" because life is complete Surprise I'm hungry, rappers lookin' like fries and lunch meat Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you makin' mills huh (huh) When you be flexin' you lookin' so icy that I get the chills son (huh) I seen you pull up in your whip and you stopped But somehow the wheels spun (damn!) Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills from I heard you came from the real slums What the fuck you gon' do when your deal's done? Nigga the day that you fizzle out will come If you think it ain't comin' you're real dumb That ain't a bag you made off your talent That is a label allowance And we gon' see in the end if you really could pay off the balance Bitch (I'm too lowkey for that) Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah Tryna show the hoes the cash flow (Nigga I'm too lowkey for that) My foot is on the gas though Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah hoe (I'm not too lowkey for that) Nigga I just do what it does What's up? What it do? What's up? What it do? You blowin' all your money on the hoes and the cars bro It's all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too lowkey for that) I could care less about expensive gold chains I'm gettin' mo' praise from spittin' propane Bitch this is no game I don't fuck with hoes who hang with rappers and want fame Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like it's the old days So pack your bags, you had your chance, this might be the Avalanche that wipes it up I'm back to rockin' baggy pants and wife beaters Bitch your time is up This my master plan and lightning struck Don't get caught in fires that my ashy hands is writin' up Been had the fuckin' game on lock Been had my pesos copped Been plottin' deeply tryna take your spot I can't erase those thoughts My drive is somethin' that these fakes don't got Their vision blurry tryna chase those thots You tryna do it independent but you ain't no Hop The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't drop Quit tryna move me Beast mode is where my mind is usually Y'all focused on Louis Vuitton and Gucci, I told you (I'm too lowkey for that) Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah Tryna show the hoes the cash flow (Nigga I'm too lowkey for that) My foot is on the gas though Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah ho (I'm not too lowkey for that) Nigga I just do what it does What's up? What it do? What's up? What it do? You're blowin' all your money on the hoes and the cars bro It's all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too lowkey for that) Nigga I'm too lowkey for that (mm, yeah, yeah) I'm way too lowkey for that (ah, ah, ah) Nigga I'm too lowkey for that (mm, mm, mm) Nigga I'm too lowkey for that