[Verse 1: G3ARMATIC]
Call me Cameron
The way that I get my dough
I keep it on the low like me and that hoe
All the pussy motherfuckers
Put em all in rows
That boy he talking
At his head, let that choppa blow
I keep an uzi on me, yeah
Never let it go
These bullets getting under his skin
Like a reddit post
I'm sick no antidote
Eat the beat like an animal
Yeah choppa make him levitate
Yeah make him float
That boy he ain't for the mood
Now his pack we smoke
Yeah


[Verse 2: Yung Kyoto]
Yeah
Say eight
Say nine
Don't say ten
I don't make good deals
Bitch I know Satan
If you wanna talk come say it to my face man
These hoes be lying when they say they love you, they be faking

[Chorus: Yung Kyoto]
Woah
Yeah
Keep it on the low
Bitch I keep it on the low
Cannot snitch
Cannot snitch
On my fuckin bro
I can't give my heart to no motherfucking hoe
She said she love me and I told her "I know"
I'm just tryna blow up
Get to the fuckin dough

[Verse 3: cometsfuneral]
Keep it on the fuckin low
I got something on my that gon make these bitches fold
Keep on faulting me, fuck your apologies
Honestly I just need honesty
I just something strong that can numb me from all of these thots to see
Keep it on the fuckin low
Glock up on a beam get shot and stabbed right in the throat
Gotta back track
Where the Mac at?
Oh shit I left it at my house
I don't need no gun
Jab!
Left him fuckin running
Uhhh
North east and-
South!
And I got a Choppa at yo motherfucking mouth
Wanna talk shit I'ma pull up with blicks
And we stick that shit up at yo house
[Chorus: Yung Kyoto]
Woah
Yeah
Keep it on the low
Bitch I keep it on the low
Cannot snitch
Cannot snitch
On my fuckin bro
I can't give my heart to no motherfucking hoe
She said she love me and I told her "I know"
I'm just tryna blow up
Get to the fuckin dough