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ON THE LOW feat tyler, the creator by YG album cover

ON THE LOW feat tyler, the creator

by YG

Lyrics
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye

Thirty M's in the bank, for sure (Oh)
But you would never know, I act broke (Act broke)
Yeah, I'm tryna hit, for sure
But, baby, gotta keep it on the low (On the low)
I be dressin' like I model for the Vogue
Never tell 'em where I got the clothes (Never know)
Gang snuck in this bitch with a pole
But you would never know, it's on the low (On the low)

Spss-pss, ah-ah, aye-aye-aye
Small ass, but she pretty in the face (In the face)
Aye, I'm tryna to take you on a date (On a date)
To the crib, it's four blocks away (Blocks away)
Black men don't cheat, I'm creepin'
Tell nobody 'bout me, I'm a secret
On a trip, you should get treated
That pussy Fiji, bae, I'll drink it
That pussy bad as ****, hit it like I'm mad as ****
Shawty wanna eat my dick 'cause I'm tatted up ('Cause I'm tatted up)
She a scavenger, YG can handle her
Put her ass on OnlyFans, YG a manager
I got bankrolls, I hate stank hoes (Stank hoes)
Comin' to pick you up, don't take long (Don't take long)
I just fought a case with them pesos
It was cool till trial, then, boom, case closed

Thirty M's in the bank, for sure (Oh)
But you would never know, I act broke (Act broke)
Yeah, I'm tryna hit, for sure
But, baby, gotta keep it on the low (On the low)
I be dressin' like I model for the Vogue
Never tell 'em where I got the clothes (Never know)
Gang snuck in this bitch with a pole
But you would never know, it's on the low (On the low)

Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)

**** that, I can't even whisper
I like games, we could play chess or naked Twister
I will bust out your guts like a chocolate Swisher
Come now, don't shave cats, I like the whiskers
I meow on that bitch, never foul on that bitch
She the tourist the way she go to town on that dick
Got bondage, leather, shit is punk rock
She get off, I get off, shit, we at a bus stop, ah
Baby, what's your name? I'm him, nice to meet you
It ain't no service here, that **** can't reach you
Got about a nine-inch chair, I could seat you
Let me get my dinner, knee pads, I will eat you up
Keep it low, scuba, cornrows, gap teeth, A-cups
Ooh, girl, better calm the **** down, I'm a club shooter
Take you home, this a three million dollar Uber, goddamn

Thirty M's in the bank, for sure (It's T, baby)
But you would never know, I act broke (Act broke)
Yeah, I'm tryna hit, for sure
But, baby, gotta keep it on the low (On the low)
I be dressin' like I model for the Vogue
Never tell 'em where I got the clothes (Never know)
Gang snuck in this bitch with a pole
But you would never know, it's on the low (On the low)

Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)
Back that shit up (Back it up)

Back that shit up to the whisper song
Back that shit up to the whisper song
Back that shit up to the whisper song
Back that shit up to the whisper song