Get Low Lyrics – M Row, Kay Glizz

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[Intro: M Row & Kay Glizz]
(Jelly on that)
Like, M Row
Shout out MCF, Troops
Frrah, frrah, boom
Like

[Verse 1: M Row & Kay Glizz]
Tagged, he got his face hit
Took too long to get low when we chased him, like
N!gga ran out of his Asics, that’s what he get for not tying his laces
He got shot, tripped, he ain’t make it
Fell on the floor and his skin started scraping
He yelling, “They hit me on top of my kidney”
They told him, “That s*it probably need a replacement”
Ambulance speeding, new shots got him bleeding
Pass out, way too pressure, can’t take it
That anesthesia just gave him amnesia
He woke up lost on the ground, he was naked (Frrah, frrah, boom n!gga, like)

[Verse 2: Kay Glizz]
Rowski, timeout, I gotta speak
Why do they rap like they home in the T’s?
That’s never the case, n!ggas know how we get in them V’s, every trip, we make a scene
Shots fired, tryna connect to his bean
Red tips tap him, then you see him bleed
They always get hit when they glide through these P’s, the last one we hit, we saw him on TV
Whenever they troll me, I run up a ten, like, stash and then do it again
Walk in any Chev’ and quickly box a stem
Had to walk him down, he was watching my pen
I will not pull up if I can’t bring the gen, Nunnie in the cut with like ten different friends
If you know, you know, always get in
Push up, we gon’ show you just how we defend
I start flocking, everyone falling and belongings dropping
Three opps got hit with that hot s*it and they ain’t doing s*it but bunny hopping
Jeff Blixk got hit in his noggin, when y’all gon’ hop in that ride and go pop it?
Opp thot, hate that she a lil toxic

Long as she send through, whatever, I’ll drop it

[Verse 3: M Row & Kay Glizz]
I’m changing the topic, B Rose was ducking and dodging
I was pissed off, I never shot
Nazzy was running, that’s word to my mother, when he fell to the floor, I just thought he was flopping
Gotta use your logic, don’t be dumb
Before you mention us, you gotta tap your pockets
Any Pitchforks spotted, I drop it
Sha Gz boogied when he saw me flock it (Word to my dead)
Tie your laces or run out of luck, big dog, I could never be for pups
The chops or your G, you got it tucked? I’m dumping it and I’m making him duck
Grazed him, I heard it took off a chunk, if you would’ve died, the blunt would’ve got stuffed
Watch how I up it, aim it, dump
We go bullet for bullet and I don’t give a fu*k