Low Low Video (MV)

If it ain't a Chevy, don't raise it up
And, if it ain't the kush, don't blaze it up
I'm sticking to the script while niggas changing up
They beats sounding like the homie, now they fake as f*ck
But look, I was in the fo' with my crew tryna cop me on the ten
Getting high, with my whole hood behind me
I had two zones on me, play it cool, there go Johnny
As soon as I could say it, I felt like they got behind me
So he tried to hit the exit but his brakes ain't work
Doing 50 on the ramp had to brace the swerve
And, much to my surprise
We ain't even crashing, ain't nobody die
But, we burnt rubber from the side
Parked and hopped out like it ain't nobody side
F*ck it, GPS the body shop
This type of shit happen all the f*cking time cause

All I do is bounce in my low low
Getting called this nigga out the solo
Got the burner in the low low
Damn nigga, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low
I was little in a low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low

Let's get high, bitch, in my Damu ride
On my momma, I'm on one, hitting that side to side
Bitch, wrapped a flag round the pistol, the rag sit awkward
Hop out schwanging, sag show my boxers
Belt $1250, Robins, no Dickie
Dice Gang elite, school 'em like Tee Cee
Boy, motherf*ck a rumor, last week I died twice
But lose your mind and double cross me, hope you find Christ
Papa was a Rolling Stone in the low rider
Piru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter
'6-4, six chains, Impala
Bend the corner, three-wheeling, scrape the bottom
Front, back, pancake, f*ck what a man say
Pull up on your hood, day, and park it on your landscape

All I do is bounce in my low low
Getting called this nigga out the solo
Got the burner in the low low
Damn nigga, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low
I was little in a low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low