"Lo-Fi" lyrics - HAVOC

HAVOC

"Lo-Fi"

[Chorus: Ras Kass]
Uhh! Y'all niggas jeans too skinny, y'all eyebrows too pretty
Yeah! I think I know why (know why)
I like the atmosphere gritty, theme music to a big city
Uhh! Keep it lo-fi!
Uhh! Y'all niggas jeans too skinny, y'all eyebrows too pretty
I think I know why
Ride the beats, hittin' lickies where the beats get busy
Nigga, keep it lo-fi!

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
I know facts, no cap, like a fresh fade, throwback
Like a jersey on Thusrday, throw rap like a birthday
Wordplayer swordplay, get the cream and the sorbet
So I don't know whether I'm comin' or goin', doorway
You ride dicks tryin' to get on, do it your way
A broke Lil Nas X, just less gangster and more gay
OBEY art, eBay free, Fa So La Ti like Do Re Mi
More underrated than I should have been
Industry try to do me like I'm searchin' for Sugarman
Escapism rap, that's the Mulligan
'Cause most these trap rappers just line up on Instagram
Horse steak dinners with Norse bitches in Amsterdam
Difference between us and Spotify and Napster, fam
The wolves kill a man for a half a gram
For a half a grand turn you trans niggas half a man
Dump your body in the trees, that's a scam
Leave you red, black, and green, African
I'm distributin' rivetin' lyrics and givin' the children wisdom
If you listen, convince 'em, drop jewels top of the head like Vision
Defensive position, ready for head-on collisions like a ram
We different kind of animals, Mary Had a Little Lamb
You niggas' jeans too skinny, your eyebrows too pretty
From where the creeps slip Mickeys, even the police wear Dickies

[Verse 2: RJ Payne]
Check!
Richie Porter, my hustle is still flashy
Barehanded brawler, my knuckles are still ashy
Karl Malone, drop 32 if you feel jazzy
Stupid raw, if I shoot the dog, I'ma kill Lassie
Yeah! Rhymin' with legends, the mind of a reverend
It's magic, Havoc on the beat, P smilin' in Heaven
Drop heat, still Mobb Deep, a dominant presence
My goons, they light up the room, that's a Hanukkah session
It's Payne! I get pornographic with burners
With Hav on the beat, that's automatically murder
Nigga! Me and Ras, I know they mad at the merger
The beat is a dead body, I'm only draggin' it further
The master battle your favorite rapper and have a burger
Bitch, I bust the shottie and stuff the body, a taxidermer
Yeah! I get ludicrous with the stupidness
Dumb! Cross the guard and get hung, nigga, crucifix
Twin hammers spittin' out fire, that King Koopa shit
I'm too tough, never too much, sing Luther shit
I couldn't wait to let the machines off
You ain't thuggin' until you takin' your woman jeans off
Nigga!

GUTTR (2024)