Low Life Feat Future Lyrics | The Weeknd

[Future]
High, high, get, get, getting high, everybody getting high
Get, get, get, getting high, you're unbelievably high

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? (Yeah, yeah!)
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga!) (Turn up!)

[The Weeknd]
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 peaking
And I'm fucking anybody with they legs wide
Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side
East coast nigga repping North Side, never waste a hoe'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'd all out, like I'm in the military
And free up all my niggas locked up in the penitenti'
'Cause I'm always repping for that low life

Repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Know I'm repping for that low
Low life (representing)
Yeah (I'm representing)
Said I'm repping for that low life (representing)

Low life, low life, low life, low life
Said I'm repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life

[Future]
Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade 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 will never tell her: Sorry
Porsches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got 'Raris
Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered
Popping tags on tags, I was starving
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, getting money my religion
Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissing

I turn the Ritz into a lean house
This the sixth time getting kicked out
I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous
Niggas tryna ride my fucking wave, now they salty

Running with the wave, get you killed quick
Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
Lil Mexico, with no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life

[The Weeknd]
'Cause I'm always repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Know I'm repping for that low
Low life (representing)
Yeah (I'm representing)
Said I'm repping for that low life (representing)

Low life, low life, low life, low life
Said I'm repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life (wait, wait, low life)
Yeah

[Future]
Yeah, they stereotyping
'Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
Keeping baby bottles like we wearing diapers

Yeah, they stereotyping
'Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys

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? (Oh)
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

Getting high, getting high
Getting high, everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high
Getting high, everybody getting high

Getting high, getting high
Getting high, everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high
Getting high, and I'm the reason why

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? (Oh)
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
We 'bout to fuck this club up, what else?