Low Life by Future
Key: AmAm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


[Future]
Am  F                                C 
    I just took some molly, what else?
                                   Am
Got some bitch from Follies with us 
F                                  C
She gonna fuck the squad, what else? 
                               Am
I'mma fuck her broads, what else? 
F                          C
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
                                 Am
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
         F                          C
'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
C
(Metro Boomin’ wants some more, nigga)
Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Am                            F
I turn the Ritz into a poor house
           Em
It's like eviction number four now
Am
Go 'head and ash it on the floor now
F                 Em
Girl go ahead and show me how you go down
Am                              F
And I feel my whole body peaking
                Em                    Am
And I'm fucking anybody with they legs wide
Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side
Dm                       Em
East coast, nigga repping North Side
             Am
Never waste a ho's time
Bitch, I'm on my own time
             Dm
Fuck a nigga co-sign
                 C
Always change my number and my phone line
Am
Baby girl, I don't lie
                            Dm
Used to have no money for a crib
                    C
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
Am
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
    Dm                       C
I'm camo'd all out, like I'm in the military
  Am
I free up all my niggas locked up in the penitentiary
Chorus: The Weeknd]
Dm                                Em
Cause I'm always repping for that low life
                 Am
Repping for that low life
                        Dm
Low life, low life, low life
         Em                 Am
Know I'm repping for that low, low life
F        Em                   Am
Said I'm repping for that low life
                                  Dm
Low life, low life, low life, low life
         Em                   Am
Said I'm repping for that low life
                       F       Em
Low life, low life, low life
Verse 2: Future]
Am
Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water
F                            Em
I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
Am
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
F                                Em
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
Am
Porsches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got 'Raris
F                        Em
Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered
Am
Popping tags on tags, I was starving
Dm               Em
Bitch, I got the juice and the carbon
Am
Turn a five star hotel to a trap house
Dm                             C
Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
Am
Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion
Dm                       C
Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissing
Am
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
Dm             C
This the sixth time getting kicked out
Am
I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous
Dm                           Em
Niggas tryna ride my fucking wave, now they salty
Am
Running with the wave, get you killed quick
Dm                C
Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
Am
Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife
   Dm  
My whole life, my whole life
Chorus: The Weeknd]
Em                                Am
Cause I'm always repping for that low life
                    Dm
Low life, low life, low life
        Em                    Am
Know I'm repping for that low, low life
F        Em                   Am
Said I'm repping for that low life
                                 Dm
Low life, low life, low life, low life
         Em                   Am
Said I'm repping for that low life
                       F       Em
Low life, low life, low life
Bridge: Future]
Am
Yeah they stereotyping
           F                     Em     
Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
         Am
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
      Dm                           C
Keep a baby bottle like we wearing diapers
          Am
Yeah they stereotyping
           F                        Em
Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
         Am
And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
         Dm                    C
And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys
Outro: Future]
Am                                   F
    I just took some molly, what else?
Em
Got some bitch from Follies with us 
Am                                 F
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
Em
I'mma fuck her broads, what else? 
Am                          F
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Em
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
Am                                 F
'Bout to fuck this club up, what up?
Em                                   Am
'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?