Yung Simmie - Low lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Simmie] She hold it down, I hold the crown When I'm in town, I put it down It's goin' up, so grow is up You f**in' her, what? You smokin' the what? That good green, it lift me up I stack it up, gotta triple up I'm ballin' hard, tell'em triple up These n***as ain't real enough (Naw) These n***as can't sit with us (Naw) The swag is ridiculous n***a can you picture us? Pica**o couldn't picture us (Bow Bow Bow) Your b**h wanna sit with us She wanna smoke this spliff with us She feelin' my presence, I had to bless her Gave the gift to her (Yung Simmie) [Hook: Dantes] She swear she never did this before f**in' til we end up on the floor Pushin' on her body til it go Told her that we'll keep it on the low [Verse 2: Dantes] Grabbin' on my... she take it slow Beat the p**y, makin' juices flow She got a man, but he ain't gotta know Her girlfriends all know better than to show Now she really want in Take her to the crib 'n we be gone until the mornin' Put that on her p**y then I leave it 'til she moanin' All these b**hes 'round me, she the one who got me zonin' [Hook] [Verse 3: Pouya] Yuh Yuh Shut the f** up, Lemme see your heels Put that clip on the dick so I know it's real Lil' boys on a b**h and I'm in the field You can't play with me Bet yo' man she can stay with me And stain my sheets, and eat my meat, and clean my feet Toenails and all Ain't nothin' round me but that sh**s gon' fall Put that Glock in her p**y, bang her head on the wall She told me she into that freak stuff I know I know you can't see us No time for loungin' put your seat up We got things to do Then I'mma slide right through your Daisy Dukes b**h, I don't really got no thing to prove No thing to do, but I don't really got no thing for you [Hook]