Low MF Key lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm ridin' slow off in that Cadillac
Triple black, stack money
Fake b*tches ain't gettin' jack from me
I'm Low-key but kept it true n*gga
Watch out for the n*gga in the blue pick
People lurkin
Im certain that muthaf*cka ready to do a stick up
I keep the mutha-f*ckin' mac
I'mma pretty b*tch that spit crack
Ain't nobody touchin' that
So keep truckin
For my n*ggas get to bussin
Ain't no love in these streets
Just some weed and robotussin foo

[Hook]
I stay... Low muthaf*ckin' key
You know I be...
Low muthaf*ckin' key
Blowin' on that OG Low-key
That b*tch 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 muthaf*cka would
Now I'm in the hood
I be rollin' with the gangstas and macs
Pretty b*tches 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 muthaf*cka touch my grip
I'm up late and im thinkin' bout jackin'
My n*ggas bout that action
And they got yo b*tch pistol packin'
[Hook]