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LOWFi - BNF Lyrics



LOWFi - BNF Lyrics




Let me tell you bout some shit, look
I was bored as shit, like
So I'm in the stu with CRI got a book bag on and the lil ass was stealing everything
My book bag was full as shit
I watched the CR on a watch me putting shit back

Soon as I hop over the fence
Like as soon as my feet touch the ground n**** my CR

Damn, you throwing something back

I'm a young dude not living foul
But know some n***** if you outta pocket n****
Rigamortis set it to yo body now
James Harden sorta like the Rockets n****
I don't wanna whip inside the pop my n****
I'm a rapping kid with a lotta stigma
Never really ever had a father figure
Giving shit to kiddies that's a lotta litter

That's a lot of litterIt's a lot of niggasThat's just tryna stick me For my f*ckin paperNiggas acting like they loose No we don't f*ck wit goofiesQuick to catch a fade like tapersKnow how we rocking You ask how we ball Say lavar mixed with stocktonLowfi the movement You know how we coming Peep how we groove You can tell it's no stopping Til bodies is dropping

People say they love me, they try to welcome me with open hearts
Bitch where the hell were you when I dropped soulful thoughts?
Probably flunking art, gassed stinking like a potent fart
I push a flow like carts
And you know this be LOWFI aye
We some go getters and so fire aye
You pussy n***** can go die aye
Fixed the game up with no plies n****

Question on how we gon fix the game upNigga what is you insane Tryna keep my coolPressure on my brain Tryna keep it true F*ck that sell this caine F*ck going to school I just need the pay Do it after school F*ck that anyway Imma stick to rappingWe rocking on stageI feel just like a captain I know that you actors Like little manhattanGet lost in the city for real Lost in my heart it's straight madness You know how shit happen But yea it get gritty for real I'm hoping that shit gon get pretty from hereIf it doesn't I don't give a f*ckI'll just be chopping onionsCuz I'm used to nothing I know they bluffing I just keep it a stack And you still be fronting Think they up to something

Chop ya body then I keep half of it
Take a knee, call a n**** Kaepernick
F*ck my ex, gave her that bastard dick
Pass the fifth, asking do pasts exists?
Mad and quick to shift to this rapping shit
After this might head to the lab and spit
Add a bitch I grabbed her clit cause you know my jake long, imma dragon bitch

And no this ain't a song cause I'm mad lil bitch
But how you just gon hop on my wagon bitch
I'm from Murderland so I'm draggin bitch
Got the beat keep switching like a

Know we coming heavy With the cannons bitchFire a nigga McMahon on some savage shitThis nigga Jay just got me in my bag and shitSo ima bust it if a nigga lack a grip Back with the rapsBack with the same little niggas with macksThey come back with missiles That's strapped round the chest Swear it's not for the flexThese boys do this for rec Only time these boys stretch When they lay niggas flatJump to assumptions It's end of discussion Pack a punch That bitch as hot as an oven So if he act crazy Start losing his bonkers Chef curry with me Who gon heat up his muffinLike a bakery, yo
I don't f*ck with many rappers cause they fake to me bro
Ya know I like to spit the lyrics now I'm gracing the flow
Spit an 8-bar n**** got an eight in the hole
Got the world up on my shoulders hella weight on me so
I try to orchestrate a scheme to penetrate through your soul
And now I'm at the possesion you see I'm facing my goals
Collect the spirit got a tommy pointing straight at ya nose

Because, it's the Fresh Prince of B-More
Where you hear less and you see more
You can try me but them goons a prolly
Leave your body inside the sea floor
Cause you ain't from round over East
You ain't from round over West
You ain't from round over South
LOWFI n***** know that we the best


Be straight, CR I see the regular boys
I'm like yeah we can probably bust them up
Big CR guys, we ain't worried about it we can bust them up
So everybody's still CR for us, somebody get down
So I'm like Oh Shit nah mean?
So next thing you know, when I'm running I look back soon as I look back
Dummy a green laser hit like in the middle of my shit
I swear, I swear to god the n**** CR
I swear to god it look like that n**** rode out of the wood

Yo, yo this n**** had a green military suit on some like f*cking Modern Warfare 3 shit
And a AR15 just pointing that shit at you yo
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Let me tell you bout some shit, look
I was bored as shit, like
So I'm in the stu with CRI got a book bag on and the lil ass was stealing everything
My book bag was full as shit
I watched the CR on a watch me putting shit back

Soon as I hop over the fence
Like as soon as my feet touch the ground n**** my CR

Damn, you throwing something back

I'm a young dude not living foul
But know some n***** if you outta pocket n****
Rigamortis set it to yo body now
James Harden sorta like the Rockets n****
I don't wanna whip inside the pop my n****
I'm a rapping kid with a lotta stigma
Never really ever had a father figure
Giving shit to kiddies that's a lotta litter

That's a lot of litterIt's a lot of niggasThat's just tryna stick me For my f*ckin paperNiggas acting like they loose No we don't f*ck wit goofiesQuick to catch a fade like tapersKnow how we rocking You ask how we ball Say lavar mixed with stocktonLowfi the movement You know how we coming Peep how we groove You can tell it's no stopping Til bodies is dropping

People say they love me, they try to welcome me with open hearts
Bitch where the hell were you when I dropped soulful thoughts?
Probably flunking art, gassed stinking like a potent fart
I push a flow like carts
And you know this be LOWFI aye
We some go getters and so fire aye
You pussy n***** can go die aye
Fixed the game up with no plies n****

Question on how we gon fix the game upNigga what is you insane Tryna keep my coolPressure on my brain Tryna keep it true F*ck that sell this caine F*ck going to school I just need the pay Do it after school F*ck that anyway Imma stick to rappingWe rocking on stageI feel just like a captain I know that you actors Like little manhattanGet lost in the city for real Lost in my heart it's straight madness You know how shit happen But yea it get gritty for real I'm hoping that shit gon get pretty from hereIf it doesn't I don't give a f*ckI'll just be chopping onionsCuz I'm used to nothing I know they bluffing I just keep it a stack And you still be fronting Think they up to something

Chop ya body then I keep half of it
Take a knee, call a n**** Kaepernick
F*ck my ex, gave her that bastard dick
Pass the fifth, asking do pasts exists?
Mad and quick to shift to this rapping shit
After this might head to the lab and spit
Add a bitch I grabbed her clit cause you know my jake long, imma dragon bitch

And no this ain't a song cause I'm mad lil bitch
But how you just gon hop on my wagon bitch
I'm from Murderland so I'm draggin bitch
Got the beat keep switching like a

Know we coming heavy With the cannons bitchFire a nigga McMahon on some savage shitThis nigga Jay just got me in my bag and shitSo ima bust it if a nigga lack a grip Back with the rapsBack with the same little niggas with macksThey come back with missiles That's strapped round the chest Swear it's not for the flexThese boys do this for rec Only time these boys stretch When they lay niggas flatJump to assumptions It's end of discussion Pack a punch That bitch as hot as an oven So if he act crazy Start losing his bonkers Chef curry with me Who gon heat up his muffinLike a bakery, yo
I don't f*ck with many rappers cause they fake to me bro
Ya know I like to spit the lyrics now I'm gracing the flow
Spit an 8-bar n**** got an eight in the hole
Got the world up on my shoulders hella weight on me so
I try to orchestrate a scheme to penetrate through your soul
And now I'm at the possesion you see I'm facing my goals
Collect the spirit got a tommy pointing straight at ya nose

Because, it's the Fresh Prince of B-More
Where you hear less and you see more
You can try me but them goons a prolly
Leave your body inside the sea floor
Cause you ain't from round over East
You ain't from round over West
You ain't from round over South
LOWFI n***** know that we the best


Be straight, CR I see the regular boys
I'm like yeah we can probably bust them up
Big CR guys, we ain't worried about it we can bust them up
So everybody's still CR for us, somebody get down
So I'm like Oh Shit nah mean?
So next thing you know, when I'm running I look back soon as I look back
Dummy a green laser hit like in the middle of my shit
I swear, I swear to god the n**** CR
I swear to god it look like that n**** rode out of the wood

Yo, yo this n**** had a green military suit on some like f*cking Modern Warfare 3 shit
And a AR15 just pointing that shit at you yo
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Writer: Jayy Grams, Von Wilda
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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