4 THE LOW lyrics - Problem & Wiz Khalifa

 Good weed

Eyes low

No, we ain't gotta stress no more

Count it up

Smoke gas

Smoke pounds for the low

Call my cell phone

No, I don't let shop close

Froze, yeah my neck so cold

Cones, I'm the connect start passing out

Clones

Every day wake up and get stoned

I'm talking all natural

I'm rolling them bats up now

The police don't pat 'em down

I see they be down bad

I'm rolling up laughing now

These fools be sick

So when I roll six I don't even pass 'em now

Homie don't even ask 'em now

Black market on the east side they boxed up and got rich

For that same thing they doing

Now homies locked up and I'm pissed

In a whoop wam still boxed up

While them white folks get rich

So I make sure that I buy something every time

I make the money flip

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

Rolling weed and I trip

Make money then I dip

Won't ask for a sip

Self-made like Nip

Boys got chick ways

Ride waves like ship

The game know we good business

Cause we got it like this baby (what)

I done made classics

Come to that grass you don't even have to count

Whole turkey bag I roll it up fast

It don't even last 'em now

Wow, how?

Now they wan' flag 'em down

I do what I want and put an amount

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low