[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 n***a
Watch out for the n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as bout that action
And they got yo bitch pistol packin'
[Hook]