Low Life Songtext
von The Weeknd

I just took some molly, what else? (Hey)
Got some bitch from Follies with us (′scuse me, 'scuse me)
She gon′ fuck the squad, what else? (I swear)
I'ma fuck her broads, what else? (Get, get)
Bitch from Pakistan, what up? (Foreign)
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else? (Skrrt, skrrt)
'Bout to fuck this club up, what else? (Get, get)

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga


I turn the Ritz into a poor house
It′s like eviction number four now
Go ′head and ash it on the floor now
Girl, go 'head and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body peakin′
And I'm fuckin′ anybody with they legs wide
Gettin' faded with some bitches from the West Side
East coast, nigga reppin′ North Side
Never waste a ho's time
Bitch, I'm on my own time
Fuck a nigga co-sign
Always change my number and my phone line
Baby girl, I don′t lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
I′m camo'ed all out like I′m in the military
And free up all my niggas locked up in the penitentiary (squad)

'Cause I′m always reppin' for that low life
Reppin′ for that low life (turn up)
Low life, low life, low life
Know I'm reppin' for that low, low life (representin′, I′m representin', representin′)
Said I'm reppin′ for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life (I'm representin′ for that low life)
Said I'm repping for that low life (I'm reppin′, that′s reppin', I′m reppin')
Low life, low life, low life (rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo, woo, woo, woo), yeah


Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spades like it′s water
I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
If she catch me cheating, I won't ever tell her sorry
If she catch me cheating, I won′t ever tell her sorry
Porsches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got 'Raris
Taking pain pills on the plane, gettin' chartered
Poppin′ tags on tags, I was starvin′
Bitch, I got the juice and the carbine
Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
Roaches everywhere like we forgot to take the trash out
Flood my cross with ice, gettin' money my religion
Got my baby mama and my side bitch kissin′
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
This the sixth time gettin' kicked out
I can′t feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous
Niggas tryna ride my fuckin′ wave, now they salty
Runnin' with the wave, get you killed quick
Shoot you in your back like you Ricky (Ricky)
Lil Mexico, with no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life

'Cause I′m always reppin′ for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Know I'm reppin′ for that low, low life (representin', I′m representin', representin′)
Said I'm reppin' for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life (I′m representin′ that low life)
Said I'm reppin′ for that low life (low life, I'm reppin′ for that low life)
Low life, low life, low life (rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo), yeah

Yeah, they stereotypin'
′Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
Keep a baby bottle like we wearin' diapers
Yeah, they stereotypin'
′Cause they know a nigga keep 20 rifles
And they know a nigga keep 20 snipers
And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys (hahahaha)

Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper
Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
That′s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
Oh, that′s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

I just took some molly, what else?
Got some bitch from Follies with us
She gon' fuck the squad, what else?
I′ma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
′Bout to fuck this club up, what else?