Low Key Songtext
von Chip tha Ripper

In the whip rolling up I don′t give a fuck
Roll through my hood, say what's up
They know I′m coming up
Niggas hating all around me
I keep the 40 tucked
Any problems with you niggas, I just hit them killers up
We chilling bruh, yeah these hoes feeling us
You niggas got a shitty swag
That's why them bitches here with us
All black everything, clothes and my whips too
Even if I had a chili bowl with a chipped tooth
I could still pull these hoes and they would choose me
Sipping that patron, blowing weed till I'm woozy
Niggas in the club who I don′t fuck with, tryna dap me up
Who is you? Oh you doing what? Cool, that′s what's up
Fuck up out my face though, Ace by the case loads
Just me and my nigga Pooh, the bang with 38 hoes
Chilling up in VIP, now we on the balcony
I hold my own, I don′t depend on no one to look out for me


Maintain, switch a couple lanes, ride pedistree
When I ride by, hope that ain't nobody notice me
Lowkey young nigga, yeah I′m living good
Just a lowkey nigga from a wild and crazy hood

Bitch you know just what it is
Copping whips, copping cribs
Young cash baby, came February 26
Extra good how we live, we ain't taking no more L′s
Shout out to my nigga Lil Stace, getting bread in jail
Gotta eat, gotta be the nigga with the paper
In the brand new J's fresh as hell, not looking for no favors
I get mine like a G, bitch I pay the whole fee
Ain't no haggling or trying to make a bargain with me
Got that 650i, all black sitting good
Was a broke nigga, now I′m getting this money like I should
Got my mom a ride, Mercedes, send her money for the bills
Bout to cop another whip, I ain′t got no record deal
My brother Cutter, he just copped a house up on them hills
Stacks on deck, now I'm tryna get these mills
For the glory, and I want it all at one time
This some real shit, them wasn′t no corny punchlines
Motherfucker