[{"id":33518219,"name":"Low Low","trackName":"Low Low","artistName":"Mustard","albumName":"Low Low","duration":156.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If it ain't a Chevy, don't raise it up\nAnd, if it ain't the kush, don't blaze it up\nI'm sticking to the script while niggas changing up\nThey beats sounding like the homie, now they fake as fuck\nBut look, I was in the fo' with my crew tryna cop me on the ten\nGetting high, with my whole hood behind me\nI had two zones on me, play it cool, there go Johnny\nAs soon as I could say it, I felt like they got behind me\nSo he tried to hit the exit but his brakes ain't work\nDoing 50 on the ramp had to brace the swerve\nAnd, much to my surprise\nWe ain't even crashing, ain't nobody die\nBut, we burnt rubber from the side\nParked and hopped out like it ain't nobody side\nFuck it, GPS the body shop\nThis type of shit happen all the fucking time cause\nAll I do is bounce in my low low\nGetting called this nigga out the solo\nGot the burner in the low low\nDamn nigga, there go po po\nPops used to have the low low\nI was little in a low low\nYou know I got it for the low low\nYou know I get it for the low low\nLet's get high, bitch, in my Damu ride\nOn my momma, I'm on one, hitting that side to side\nBitch, wrapped a flag round the pistol, the rag sit awkward\nHop out schwanging, sag show my boxers\nBelt $1250, Robins, no Dickie\nDice Gang elite, school 'em like Tee Cee\nBoy, motherfuck a rumor, last week I died twice\nBut lose your mind and double cross me, hope you find Christ\nPapa was a Rolling Stone in the low rider\nPiru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter\n'6-4, six chains, Impala\nBend the corner, three-wheeling, scrape the bottom\nFront, back, pancake, fuck what a man say\nPull up on your hood, day, and park it on your landscape\nAll I do is bounce in my low low\nGetting called this nigga out the solo\nGot the burner in the low low\nDamn nigga, there go po po\nPops used to have the low 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