On The Low

[Verse 1]
This nigga, Lo, from Illinois was serving him
Had an M.O. for being cold-blooded, but his soul was murderous
He had a thing for doing business with niggas
And flipping the script on ‘em
Soon as they feel he good, he emptying clips on ‘em
If you was rich, homie, it’s iffy
He’ll switch on a nigga so quickly on the low
Shh, ask around about you
Get cool with who you eat with so he could out you
Peep this
Now he posted in Detroit, copped a little hideaway
On the west, the Chi is like a 4-hour drive away
By the way, 8 Mile’s a mile away
That’s where the bar is where the hood stars party like a holiday
Made it there, like I would say, 11 on a Saturday
You slipping, he ain’t here to hear what you got to say
And now he on the low
Walk through, spot a hot nigga
Spot a drunk nigga on his jock with him he can talk to

[Hook]
That your man? Hmm. He’s with you? Hmm
He a troop? Hmm
What he push? Damn. He the shit? Hmm
What he do? Hmm
He got the hoes? Hmm. What’s his name? Nah
Introduce. Oh. Who want to know? Me
I’m low
“I’m the boss, promise you won’t rob him
I promise, but of course you know I have my fingers crossed”

[Verse 2]
Now he talking to the right hand man of the boss man
Oh boy, they’re slipping, they must be some off-brands
Niggas is telling him everything, he actually thinking
He finna take everything they have and kill ‘em
And then here comes a stripper asking if he want to tip for dancing
He thinking “I could use her to get at this nigga
But on the low”
“Dance for him, I’m paying for him
I’ll give you 50 G’s if you get in his pants, I got plans for him”
That’s all she had to hear, she barely see that a year
She tricking for way less, she gripping the cavalier
She walks up to him like “this dance is on him
Right there in the blue and white, I’m trying to be with you tonight
“Right there in the blue and white, he spending the money, huh
These niggas is too alike, “sit down, let’s kick it on the low
Here’s a grand, the nigga that sent the dance too extra
Let me ask you a couple of questions”

[Hook]
That your man? Hmm. He’s with you? Hmm
He a troop? Hmm
What he push? Damn. He the shit? Hmm
What he do? Hmm
He got the hoes? Hmm. What’s his name? Nah
Introduce. Oh. Who want to know? Me
I’m low:
“I’m the boss, promise you won’t rob him
I promise, but of course you know I have my fingers crossed”

[Verse 3]
Now the stripper with the boss man, boss man talking ‘bout
Lo trying to get too close, he ‘bout to spark him out
Take whatever money he got after he wet him up
She said “[?], we could just set him up
How you want to do it? Should I take him to the telly, what?”
“Yes, when you get in there, hit me on the celly on the low”
So she go to Lo, tell him it’s a go
She gon’ get the boss to the telly, come and bring the dough
Here we go, the stripper calls to both of these niggas
To meet her up at the same time and place
They feel as though it’s no time to waste so they hurry up, get there
Don’t look like it shit there, still they’re both prepared
When they see each other they flinch and pull the toast
And the stripper appears with a nigga and tell them both, “get low”
While they’re on the ground getting robbed, ‘bout to be stinking
They see her kiss this nigga, they got to be thinking

[Hook]
That your man? Hmm. He’s with you? Hmm
He a troop? Hmm
What he push? Damn. He the shit? Hmm
What he do? Hmm
He got the hoes? Hmm. What’s his name? Nah
Introduce. Oh. Who want to know? Me
I’m low
(“I’m the boss, promise you won’t rob him
I promise, but of course you know I have my fingers crossed”)

[Outro]
Detroit niggas is the shadiest
Chi-Town bitches is the craziest
Detroit bitches is the shadiest
Everybody city got the same BS
Chi-Town hoes is the craziest
Everybody hoes on the same BS
I know