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nuk & glockboyz teejaee - keep it on the low lyrics

[intro]
(bangthatsh+t)

[verse 1: nuk]
i was probably pickin’ up a brick, you went and copped a pres’
they say this pint gon’ cost me six racks, well, let me pop the head
my dogs probably sittin’ on his top when n+ggas popped your mans
heard it was a drought around the corner, so i copped ahead
how we equal to you?
boy, we dropped your mans and dropped your mans, we brought a sequel to you
only way my n+ggas gettin’ off is if they beat me to you
brodie wanna get him for his carats, it’s like easter to him
blowed as h+ll, i had to hide from fans
i just hit that— with that— now we in high demand
they can’t get no tips, boy, my fingers only choppin’ grams
i ain’t touched no dog this month, we only robbed and scammed
i can make it jump in your state, they know i keep a rope
i got dog just like hot food, they know i keep the blow

[verse 2: beno]
sell it to my folks, uh, yeah, they get it straight from me
but they’ll never know
uh, i’m f+ckin’ on this ho, but please, keep it on the low
yeah, we slappin’ girl like back in ’84
uh, pull up to your town, make a fifty then i’m gone
i’ll be there in two seconds, put that brick on hold
on that road prayin’ to the lord that i make it home
woo
alright, count all the pros on every pill we sold
oh, you in it for the fame? you ain’t get no pros?
uh, i can spit a verse and i could whip up—
do you really sell that bag or you out here bluffin’?
when you bagged that work up, do you bare+touch it?
when you show the fiend, is you out in public?
i’ll send you to my mans if you really rushin’
[verse 3: glockboyz teejaee]
man, this sh+t’ll give fan a curse
my dog bang it all, they gotta chop it date past the first
he can close it down and open up and watch the bag twerk
if a n+gga dyin’, we throw a party, that sh+t mean somethin’
you’d be the third body on this glock, quit all that mean muggin’
man, free my n+gga top, was sn+tchin’ buffies, y’all was teen clubbin’
9k shot your mans, f+cked him up, he wasn’t eatin’ nothin’
told him, “stomach that”
we perform, when it’s time, they wanna run it back
this sh+t be game over, every time we find out where they at, we goin’ writin’ on ’em
ridin’ through my hood feelin’ like blade in this range rover
difference is i’m goin’ out like tony when they came for him
my man, he like four bodies in, he got some aim on him (ayy)
you might catch me at my hood playin’ ball with the kids
my dog just came home with twenty, spent it all on the spit
since the stones breakin’ bones, we be crackin’ n+ggas’ twigs
she be playin’ all my songs, i be sn+tchin’ on her wig

- nuk glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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