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letra de low end - off the jump

[hook: atwood]
i don’t think you see the wave
look like cena in the face yuh
on the low you feel the b-ss
you can’t say this sh-t don’t faze ya
(x2)

gimme that low end
(x6)

[verse 1: atwood]
y’all don’t keep it 100 and that sh-t hertz
on the high i’m gettin blunted
on the low it soothe my nerves
yall be tryna catch a wave
i’ll be signing like the b-ss
slow and steady win the race
most of y’all move quick then fade
i’m something like an 808
the type when hit it make you shake
i love the way it vibrates
yeah i’m just tryna feel the b-ss!
my subs something like a vinyl
12 inches but no high notes
sh-t you feel inside your spinal
with my dogs like i’m fido
f-ck around and sine to tidal, waves
think you hot i give you midol, flames
subs woof just like my dog, ay
subs woof just like my dog!

when this sh-t drop swear your face like oooo!
i really love when that b-ss go boom
tryin to find where my night go
tryna to get hype tho
when that low end come through!
(x2)

[hook: atwood]
i don’t think you see the wave
look like cena in the face yuh
on the low you feel the b-ss
you can’t say this sh-t don’t faze ya
(x2)

[verse 2: chris wright]
i got a low end theory
my subs coming through clearly
you just act like you don’t hear me
start to wonder if you fearing me
my base rumble they gone ride slow
know you feel it when yo eyes closed
sneak it in through the side doors
let me hit when she blindfolded
low-pitched but it’s for my dogs
loud leaking out of they garage
sound peaking but it’s never lost
nah we ain’t ever gon pause
my sub got southern influence, but come through clean
low end hits, yeah we fighting dirty, i’m a menace but i make calls like deans
i don’t make trouble (treble) like a good boy seems
came for the cake, and i left with a benz
roll through the tape with a pipe close, all of your light off, bet that sh-t give you dreams
got subs in the back like a meet and greet
that boy kwiq coming beat for beat
the back seat screaming please repeat
it vibrate for that b-tch, maybe she a freak
it dilate when each piece retreat
i’m out late trynna feed the streets
i got beats to leak
and this itch like a sheet of fleas
i don’t think you see it, sound waves hit a chest like we deep at sea, we all gold

[hook: atwood]
i don’t think you see the wave
look like cena in the face yuh
on the low you feel the b-ss
you can’t say this sh-t don’t faze ya
(x2)

[verse 3: headhaunter]
turn the every kn-b to the right
vibrate the rearview and sides
transform the whip to a write off
hear the song clearly outside
88 mp to h
leavin flame trails in our wake
four doors to no doors it bangs
making that richter scale break
up in the aftershock waves
hydrate we actively grow
from deep ends to low ends we float – fall up when gravity goes
real time look like a timelapse
you take a step and end up headin right back
fumes, leaking out the windows and we ride past, doomed, bloom and reduce to a bright flash
puking’s the usual forecast, turn the fog down, pour the night in a cold gl-ss
drink it so fast, tend to fade with the whole camp
let the b-ss hit til i wake in a gold cast
entered a minute ago, permanent now
turn up the low end a bit, burned to the ground
ride upon the b-ss hits burst through the clouds
all my neighbors p-ssed like word and i’m out

[hook: atwood]
i don’t think you see the wave
look like cena in the face yuh
on the low you feel the b-ss
you can’t say this sh-t don’t faze ya
(x2)

- off the jump

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