Karaoké Low Life Future & The Weeknd

I just took some molly

What else

Got some bitch from Follies with us

She gon' fuck the squad

What else

Imma fuck her broads

What else

Bitch from Pakistan

What up

Ferraris and them Lambs

What else

'Bout to fuck this club up

What else

I turn the Ritz into a poor house

It's like eviction number four now

Go 'head and ash it on the floor now

Girl go 'head and show me how you go down

And I feel my whole body peakin'

And I'm fuckin' anybody with their legs wide

Gettin' faded with some bitches from the West Side

East coast nigga reppin' North Side

Never waste a hoe's time

Bitch I'm on my own time

Fuck a nigga co-sign

Always change my number and my phone line

Baby girl I don't lie

Used to have no money for a crib

Now my room service bill cost your whole life

If they try to stunt me

I go all out military

I'm camo'd all out like I'm in the military

And free up all my niggas locked up in the penitenti'

'Cos I'm always reppin' for that low life

Reppin' for that low life

Low life, low life, low life

Know I'm reppin' for that low

Low life yeah

Said I'm reppin' for that low life

Low life, low life, low life, low life

Said I'm reppin' for that low life

Low life, low life, low life yeah

Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water

I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter

If she catch me cheatin'

I won't ever tell her Sorry

If she catch me cheatin'

I won't ever tell her Sorry

Porsches in the valet

I got Bentleys, I got 'rarris

Takin' pain pills on the plane

Gettin' chartered

Poppin' tags on tags

I was starvin'

Bitch I got the juice and the carbine

Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse

Roaches everywhere like we forgot to take the trash out

Flood my cross with ice

Gettin' money my religion

Got my baby mama and my side bitch kissin'

I turn the Ritz into a lean house

This the sixth time gettin' kicked out

I can't feel my face

I'm on Adderall, nauseous

Niggas tryna ride my fuckin' wave

Now they're salty

Runnin' with the wave

Get you killed quick

Shoot you in your back like you Ricky

Li'l Mexico with no life to afterlife

My whole life, my whole life

'Cos I'm always reppin' for that low life

Low life, low life, low life

Know I'm reppin' for that low

Low life yeah

Said I'm reppin' for that low life

Low life, low life, low life, low life

Said I'm reppin' for that low life

Low life, low life, low life yeah

Yeah they're stereotypin'

'Cos they know a nigga keep ten rifles

And they know a nigga keep ten snipers

Keepin' baby bottles like we wearin' diapers

Yeah they're stereotypin'

'Cos they know a nigga keep twenty rifles

And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers

And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys

Sniper, sniper, sniper

Sniper, sniper

Wifey, wifey, wifey

Wifey, wifey

That's your wifey, wifey

Wifey, wifey

I think I like her, like her

Like her, like her

That's your wifey, wifey

Wifey, wifey

I think I like her, like her

Like her, like her

That's your wifey, wifey

Wifey

I think I like her, like her

Like her

I just took some molly

What else

Got some bitch from Follies with us

She gon' fuck the squad

What else

Imma fuck her broads

What else

Bitch from Pakistan

What up

Ferraris and them Lambs

What else

'Bout to fuck this club up

What else

We 'bout to fuck this club up

What else