[Chorus]
Test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Test my nuts, suck my dick, test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted

[Verse 1]
I'm on the corner swingin’ that dope, lookin' for the folks, wanna buy some crack
Got to be watchin' my ass for the sheriff while I’m on the track
Ain't no sense to me, goin' to jailhouse, bullshit
Clockin' me up, the folks don't know who they fuckin' with
As I click, deep in the hood, five-o wanna be badass
Better stay alert, 'cause I'm spooky with that Jason mask
N***as I’m creepin’ to, not a sound as I hit the cut
Back up in my town, it ain't easy for a drug bust
Me, I keep the yalk cocked back, as I aim at you
Pigs on my block with that Glock, you ain’t bulletproof, fool, beat him to the floor
What's up, ho? This a murder threat
Better call your boys, ship ahoy, when you see my TEC
Bow to Low Key on the trick with that ho shit
Doubt that you n***as are bigger than me, sucker, ain't no evidence
Fist full of bricks and a frown, I won't give a fuck
D-I-E, buster, I’ma OG, test my nuts

[Chorus]
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin', it's the Key Low Key, catch the Criminalistic Knowledge
Test-test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin', it's the Key Low Key, catch the Criminalistic Knowledge
Test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Test, test my nuts, suck my dick, test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
T-Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin', it's the Key Low Key, catch the Criminalistic Knowledge
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin', it's the Key Low Key, catch the Criminalistic Knowledge
[Verse 2]
Twenty-two guards in the backyard, put 'em on a speed chase
Eyeball red, damn, fool, as I keep my damn pace
Runnin' like a track star, n***as ain't gon' fuck with me
Low Key a killer when I make a n***a D-I-E
Quickly takin' my dope, straight up ain't no love, punk
Pull up in a drop top, smoked out, fire some
Mr. Police Officer, do we got a problem, Sir?
Best I keep my ass in, fuck another truth or dare
Bitch, try to make a move reach and grip the handcuffs
South Memphis, I be down, make a n***a bite the dust
Lock 'em in the backseat, me I got the steerin' wheel
Make another U-turn as I babble up the damn hill
Buckle up, G, it's the thief in a squad car
Take 'em to the ditch, leave that trick under the pile down
Buck 'em, buck 'em, fuck 'em, now you realize, I'ma fuck you up
Willet Klick thick, stupid bitch, won't you test my nuts

[Chorus]
Test my nuts, suck my dick, test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Test my nuts, suck my dick, test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin', it's the Key Low Key, catch the Criminalistic Knowledge
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin', it's the Key Low Key, catch the Criminalistic Knowledge
[Verse 3]
And we got our pockets full of money, stick up most things, drop it off
Pop my yalk, creep and sweep, as I dump you in the Chevy trunk
Low to the floor, pull up at the light on my way to the track
Got to be slangin' them rocks, creepin' on my hoes, I'm a player, Mack
Low Key a dope sellin', money makin', hustler style
Beat you, slangin' on them Ki's, money in the bank, n***as in the street
Ready to make a swap for some quarter crack, give me dollar signs
Feel like a player, dog, y'all, pocket fat, I'm claimin' mine
N***as talk your ass off, stackin' my green, If you wanna be
Jealous of a fella makin' that dough, send 'em to ICC
Bitches they're hookers, they really be helpin' me makin' the money by sellin' my shit but the money you makin', now drop it off, hand it here, give me the dollars and twenties, lil' trick
Dollar signs, give me them, hate my know any, why, chillin' by mackin' the Tennessee government fill in then fall in my hands, I'm the man
Understand it's the n***a that's makin' that residents
Dollars, I love 'em, I got to be down with a n***a that's makin' a stang for bust
Low Key outie, dog, n***as, won't you test my nuts

[Chorus]
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin', it's the Key Low Key, catch the Criminalistic Knowledge