Murda - Lo-Fi* lyrics

Full lyrics will be available upon release. Stay tuned! [Snippet] [Verse: Travis Scott & Quavo] Skrt skrt Swipe neat, swipe neat, swipe neat Swipe neat, swipe neat, swipe neat Lo-Fi, Lo-Fi, low tide (low tide) High five, high five, high times Hot box in the 60 (skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt) Pour the birds in a 10 piece (brr, brr, brr, brr, brr) 100 racks in my skinnies (100 racks) Blowing gas out the BP (Gas, gas, gas) Major League not the Indies (Yeah) [?] Standup talk windows up, windows up, in the cut, rollin' up Like so ice cold, in that bowl You can't go, you can't go, oh you can't go [?] we start the ride, that I froze Hot box in the 60 (skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt) Pour the birds in a 10 piece (brr, brr, brr, brr, brr) [Verse: Offset] Suicide, suicide In the Lambo come and die Live your live, don't k** my vibe (vibe) See this money I go get it I'm in stride, she like the ride [?] I'm 'bout to pull out the Benz She go to takin' off panties Get on the private Miami Diamonds on me and they dancin' Rick Owens I zip up my boots Morning I