Low It ! - Lancey Foux

Keep 'bout ten in my jeans, 'low it

Niggas start dressin' like me, 'low it (BNYX)

Can’t put it together like me, 'low it

A-COLD-WALL* mixed with ALYX, 'low it (Yeah)

Been fuckin' it up, yeah, Ben fuckin' it up

I’m guilty, yeah, can’t cover it up

I’m filthy, new Off-White look like it came out the mud

God help me 'cause the devil wears Prada, I’m havin' me some

'Low it

Stainless steel under the MISBHV blouse

Trained to kill, I can assassinate a outfit

Yeah, I fit the bill if they’re lookin' for a nigga with style

Put down the tints, just a little bit

Give her a glimpse and she like, «Wow» (Yeah)

Wow (Yeah)

Wow (Yeah), wow (Yeah)

Wow (Yeah), wow (Yeah)

Wow (Yeah), wow (Yeah)

Wow (Yeah), wow (Yeah)

Wow (Yeah), wow (Yeah)

Wow (Yeah), wow (Yeah)

Wow (Yeah), wow (Yeah)

I Christian Dior my bag

BVLGARI masseuse, so a nigga relaxed

And my chick badder than bad

Vintage Chanel and it still got the tags

I’m in a Jean Paul Gaultier bag

Niggas ain’t up on the Gaultier swag

Hermès perfume brag

You know that it’s me 'cause I don’t wear mans, yeah

I could dress like a tramp

But when I step out, just know it’s a stamp

Weren’t part of the plan

MAINS socks and boxers match

Dagye jeans on hand, I don’t pop AMIRI tags

Ain’t no lyric cap, really live the words I rap

Hop out the coupe, Batman

Walk in the club like Vince McMahon

And I don’t need no gang

I know that I’m good from the ends to Japan

Came with the stick, old man

Kickin' my shit on my Nigo swag

Even when I had no bag, niggas ain’t speakin' to me 'bout swag (Huh?)

'Low it

I know you ain’t speakin' to me, 'low it

Know you ain’t thinkin' to breathe, 'low it

Keep 'bout ten in my jeans, 'low it

Niggas start dressin' like me, 'low it

Can’t put it together like me, 'low it

A-COLD-WALL* mixed with ALYX, 'low it