Weed 4 the Low - King Lil G, Self Provoked, La Gun Smoke

Everybody knowing it’s official

My clic tatted up, hoes be acting up — bitch, get a hold of my pistol

I dedicate it to the rivals

Ain’t no really telling what I might do

This the kind of shit I like to vibe to

Smoke weed if you’d like to

I’m West Coasting 'til I’m overdosing

Smoking the potent I hold in my lungs

Bitches getting my undivided attention

Did I mention that they feeling me like the plates on a trunk

Blue bandana even though I’m cold blooded

Self-Provoked, that’s my L.A. cuz

And my clic stay busting, ra-ta-ta-ta

Notorious, man I’m ready to die

Tiffany, she don’t fuck with me, tell Alexis said she was in love with me

AK4−7 company, we came from nothing to luxury

Like blah!

I got the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it)

Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it)

I get the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it)

Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it)

You got a gun, but ain’t using it

Why the fuck you act like you shooting shit?

You ain’t got no plugs, you ain’t moving bricks

I made my point, you ain’t moving shit

Fuck you know about a prison term?

I lived and learned it

Fuck what you heard about prison murders

Fuck what you heard about my clic, we murderers

AK47, boy pack a burner

Where the fuck you from?

I probably know all your big homies

I give you a number to contact, you call it… And see if they know me

I’m smoking that killa, I’m selling that killa

I’m getting that shit by the O-Z

You fake and you fuck with the police

Fool, why you be fronting?

Boy, you ain’t no killa

I got the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (For the low)

Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (On the low)

I get the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I get it)

Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it)

A bone in the motherfucking west Side

Where they gangbang and they got the pretty model chicks with the boobs and

they thick thighs

All right, let’s write

Late night, no alarm we the late time

Catch flights, no breaks, jet lag, bitch you know that I take mine

Yo

We are the Elohem if you cashed out right then I can trust in you

But if you tell me lies I’ma contribute to the same old thing that could’ve

ended you

Tell the rate, no betrayal, frail temper, and I ain’t real centered

I remain with the same crew

Venom shoot through veins, when I’m on the same page

I’m angel, with a devilish grin

Let me tell you a little something about the message I give

My mom, my pops, my blood, take it all in

Mom striked the bong on July twenty third

Here I am, crazy minded, about to blow superb

Dismiss common sense, I don’t think like you

Critic my minds and what the fuck you do

On A High Note, I will rep it 'til the sun blows and the world’s dark and still

Ain’t here to prove to anyone that I got skill

Do what I got to do, fuck how you feel

Side hustles just to get me by and now I’m thinking bigger

Company shit with hella big figures

Barely back game into my name

So I swig my liquor, run it

I got the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it)

Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it)

I get the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it)

Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it)