[Verse 1]
I’m ridin’ slow off in that Cadillac, triple black
Stack money, fake bitches ain’t gettin’ jack from me
I’m lowkey but [?] be true, n***a watch out for the n***a in the [?]
Pick up, people lurkin’ i’m certain that mothafucka ready to do a stick-up
I keep the mothafuckin’ MAC
I’m a pretty bitch that spit crack, ain’t nobody touchin’ that
So [?] ‘fore my n***as get to bussin
Ain’t no love in these streets just some weed and robitussin foo’

[Hook]
I stay — Low-mothafuckin-key
You know I be — Low-mothafuckin-key
Blowin’ on that OG (low—low-low-key)
That bitch don’t know me cuz i’m low-key
I stay — Low-low-mothafuckin-key (key)
You know I be (be) — Low-mothafuckin-key
Blowin’ on that OG (low—low-low-key)
That bitch don’t know me cuz i’m low-key

[Verse 2]
Wood grain with the leather seats (leathеr seats)
Window so dark you need a flash-light to see
We like it [?] bе the fast life fo’ me
Gettin’ high, passin’ grass like a G
Flyin’ first class overseas ho
Smokin’ sour diesel
Wish a mothafucka would
Now i’m in the hood
I be rollin’ with the gangstas and MACs
Pretty bitches ridin’ wit that thang in the back
And i’m aimed at yo back
It’s a shame they ain’t think I can rap
Now i’m makin’
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