[Lyric] Low MF Key (Amber London)

[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 nigga
Watch out for the nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas bout that action
And they got yo bitch pistol packin'

[Hook]