Shottytoobusy - On The Low Lyrics

Shottytoobusy right up in this shit
And I spent a couple bags
On the road (pew)
I spend a lil hunned
Fifty on my wrist
And I spend a quarter bag
On the coat
I could turn a lil fifty ball
To a hunned ball
On the low
I spend a lil hunned ball
Get you gone
I'm picking these hoes
Eeny miny moe
I'm f*cking this bitch
I be deep in her throat
Oh god damn
I'mma stack up
Till my bank account
Hit 40 lambs
I need that advance
Of 12k bands
If you ain't talk money
You don't got a chance
I spend a a quarter ball
Right on my pants
Walk out with a twenty ball
Feel like the man
Why would I f*ck on that hoe
If she ran?
I got like six hunned
Racks in the "damn"
Lawyer told me
I can't talk about it
Shottytoobusy
Done did it
He got it
Hyuh
They hop in that pussy
They talk about it
Whatchu be thinkin'
If they catch a body
Tweaked on the bullshit
Whatchu be thinkin'
If they on some f*ck shit
No they not bout it
Q5
We finna race in that audi
Too high
Missing the shades in the party
They wanna talk on me forreal
Lighting you up
Like a 3.5 of the za
Spending a whole lotta bills
They talking on gang
They all outta line
I ride for my banks
Don't matter they wrong
Or they right
Smoking exotic
This shit got me blazing
Goddamn high
Mayze
Cooked up some
Goddamn fire
I fell in love with
Counting up these racks
My pockets jumping
You see Bank Boys out in LA
You know we be up to something
I pulled up
Windows down
And my song bumpin'
I'm putting in rounds
I'm deep in her stomach
She "out for the count"
She can't feel nun
I know they all tryna get involved
I'm boutta spend me a twenty ball
I'mma get back
I'mma get it all
Then I ran it back
On a adderall
I spend a lil fifty
I do it like
She wanna come over
I'm hitting it through the night
Pouring it up
Crack the seal
You ain't do it right
These boys ain't sippin' on real
They sippin' on green
Green
She like "Shotty what you mean?"
"Mean?"
She on a molly on a bean
Bean
Told her back it up like "beep"
"Beep"
She wanna eat me
Sixteen
Rolling with the Visine
Big dreams
This hoe wanna hype me
I'm sending that blitz
Yeah no NFL
I pass her the stick
She keep in Channel
(Uh)
And I spent a couple bags
On the road
I spend a lil hunned
Fifty on my wrist
And I spend a quarter bag
On the coat
I could turn a lil fifty ball
To a hunned ball
On the low
I spend a lil hunned ball
Get you gone
I'm picking these hoes
Eeny miny moe
I'm f*cking this bitch
I be deep in her throat
Oh god damn
I'mma stack up
Till my bank account
Hit 40 lambs
I need that advance
Of 12k bands
If you ain't talk money
You don't got a chance
I spend a a quarter ball
Right on my pants
Walk out with a twenty ball
Feel like the man
Why would I f*ck on that hoe
If she ran?
I got like six hunned
Racks in the "damn"
(Damn)
Shottytoobusy done did it
Starting to feel like the man
I came with a plan
I came with a
We keep up the j-