[Verse 1] I'm ridin' slow off in that Cadillac Triple black, stack money Fake bitches ain't gettin' jack from me I'm Low-key but kept it true nigga Watch out for the nigga in the blue pick People lurkin Im certain that muthafucka ready to do a stick up I keep the mutha-fuckin' mac I'mma pretty bitch that spit crack Ain't nobody touchin' that So keep truckin For my niggas get to bussin Ain't no love in these streets Just some weed and robotussin foo
[Hook] I stay... Low muthafuckin' key You know I be... Low muthafuckin' key Blowin' on that OG Low-key That bitch don't know me cus I'm Low-key [x2]
[Verse 2] Woodgrain with the leather seats Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me We like it screwed It be the fast life for me Gettin' high passin' grass like a G Flyin' first class over seas ho Smokin' sour diesel Wish a muthafucka would Now I'm in the hood I be rollin' with the gangstas and macs Pretty bitches ridin' with that thang in the back And I aim at yo back It's a shame they ain't think I could rap Not makin' music wit yo punk ass ho I let you suckas know And I'm ridin on that strip Gun on my hip im ready to trip If a muthafucka touch my grip I'm up late and im thinkin' bout jackin' My niggas bout that action And they got yo bitch pistol packin'
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