On The Low Video (MV)

She wanna f*ck on the low
But I tell her no, then I pass her to bro
She feelin' me, but isn't hearin' me, I tell her whoa
Slow down, give me top on the low
Iced out, dipped in water, I'm froze
Sippin' lean since a toddler, it's cold
Body bags, but we're taggin' the toes
Sorry dad, but that kid's gotta go
I'm killin' em off, just like a moth
Drawn to a flame with a loss
Just like spaghetti, I'm dripped out in sauce
Callin' me ragu, cause I spread across the nation
But this is my statement, we keep on switchin the stations in the AM
The only difference is my music doesn't quit playin
Only reason I take the shrooms and I eat em is cause I love me some dreamin
Ever since a kid, all I wanted was to rap couldn't envision me singin
I hear all the whispers and my ears are ringin
Bad lil bitch, one stab and you're bleedin
I enter a room and I see my demons with whisperin' noises, all I hear is screamin
Swimmin' around in a pool of piranhas
Regardless, my daughter, your father's a goner
He's writin' a will and a list for his mama
But due to the drama, she ain't gettin' no commas
It must be a dream if your angels sing and your demons pray
My angels stay asleep while my demons wake up and rise up from their graves to say
She wanna f*ck on the low
But I tell her no, then I pass her to bro
She feelin' me but isn't hearin' me, I tell her whoa
Slow down, give me top on the low
Iced out, dipped in water, I'm froze
Sippin' lean since a toddler, it's cold
You think I'm playin?
Well, it's not a joke
I'll take you out while I'm uppin the scope
One shot, two shot, I let it blow
Red dot, headshot, he's gotta go
Two fingers up, no f*cks in my zone
Get it, God, guess I'm all on my own
She wanna f*ck tell her get off my phone
Ice Spice, come and sit on my throne
If you're nice, dawg, I'll throw you a bone
Ring, ring, that's a whole other tone
Trap callin, gotta bounce back like the end of a camel's ass
She likin' my drip, so we f*ck on a waterbed
And we still makin' a splash
I told her to hand me my baggage, but she couldn't stand it
Cause she couldn't grab it, but I need to have it
So I can make magic and do something tragic
Cause I have this habit
Like a sculpture of nine/11 taken down by a rabbit
I reach out and try to grab it
But it's gettin' drastic cause it's heavy as f*ck
Like me flippin' my mattress
I've said before it's my final form
But I lied once, I'll do it more
When the time comes, I'll reach for my gun
And blow the humpback off this Notre Dame whore