ON THE LOW Lyrics – YG, Tyler The Creator

Read the complete ON THE LOW Lyrics by YG and Tyler The Creator from the album The Gentlemen’s Club along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Yg’s music, you can also explore WE KNOW THE TRUTH and READY TO DIE (Hitman response), two other songs by Yg.

[Intro: YG]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: YG]
Thirty M’s in the bank, for sure (Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
But you would never know, I act broke (Act broke)
Yeah, I’m tryna hit, for sure (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
But, baby, gotta keep it on the low (On the low)
I be dressing like I model for the Vogue (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Never tell ’em where I got the clothes (N!gga, no)
Gang snuck in this b!tch with a pole (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
But you would never know, it’s on the low (On the low)

[Verse 1: YG]
Spss-pss, ah-ah, ayy-ayy-ayy
Small ass, but she pretty in the face (In the face)
Ayy, 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 creeping
Tell nobody ’bout me, I’m a secret
On a trip, you should get treated (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
That pu*sy Fiji, bae, I’ll drink it (Ayy, ayy)
That pu*sy bad as fu*k, hit it like I’m mad as fu*k
Shawty wanna eat my d!ck ’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)
Coming to pick you up, don’t take long (Don’t take long)
I just fought a case with them pesos
It was cool ’til trial, then, boom, case closed

[Chorus: YG]
Thirty M’s in the bank, for sure (Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
But you would never know, I act broke (Act broke)
Yeah, I’m tryna hit, for sure (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
But, baby, gotta keep it on the low (On the low)

I be dressing like I model for the Vogue (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Never tell ’em where I got the clothes (N!gga, no)
Gang snuck in this b!tch with a pole (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
But you would never know, it’s on the low (On the low)

[Post-Chorus: YG]
Back that s*it up (Back it up)
Back that s*it up (Back it up)
Back that s*it up (Back it up)
Back that s*it up (Back it up)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Fu*k 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 (Ha-ha-ha, ha, ha, ha)
Come now, don’t shave cats, I like the whiskers
I meow on that b!tch, never foul on that b!tch
She the tourist the way she go to town on that d!ck
Got bondage, leather, s*it is punk rock
She get off, I get off, s*it, we at a bus stop, ah
Baby, what’s your name? I’m him, nice to meet you (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
It ain’t no service here, that n!gga 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 school, but cornrows, gap teeth, A-cups (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Ooh, girl, better calm the fu*k down, I’m a club shooter (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Take you home, this a three million dollar Uber, goddamn

[Chorus: YG & Tyler, The Creator]
Thirty M’s in the bank, for sure (It’s T, baby, oh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
But you would never know, I act broke (Act broke, huh)
Yeah, I’m tryna hit, for sure (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
But, baby, gotta keep it on the low (On the low)
I be dressing like I model for the Vogue (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Never tell ’em where I got the clothes (N!gga, no)
Gang snuck in this b!tch with a pole (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
But you would never know, it’s on the low (On the low)

[Post-Chorus: YG]
Back that s*it up (Back it up)
Back that s*it up (Back it up)
Back that s*it up (Back it up)
Back that s*it up (Back it up)

[Outro: YG]
Back that s*it up to the whisper song
Back that s*it up to the whisper song
Back that s*it up to the whisper song
Back that s*it up to the whisper song