Low Key (feat. Fetty Wap)
Miami tip
Yeah I know my nigga got me
Top down it's just me and my g
Got the hood love throw it, throw it up for my baby
Fuck the world, they don't do it like me
Nahh, you better ask somebody
Don't fuck with my baby, you don't know about me
You better ask somebody
'Cause I go dumb for my baby
Low-key, low-key, low-key
I go dumb for my baby, low-key
Fuck around and catch a case for ya
You really got me feelin' like I'm motherfucking made for ya
He got me yeah he got me
We've been on it for a minute
Ain't no stoppin'
I mean, me locked in yeah we're rockin'
Hold it down, POP
Yeah, we're poppin'
I mean, I don't really give a fuck what y'all doin'
If it ain't about my nigga keep it movin'
He got what I want, and that's all that I need
Him come home to me, and hit this like good weed
Goin' and goin' and goin'
It's too deep
Y'all think it's show me, but we're thinkin' movie
Yeah, I know my nigga got me
Top down it's just me and my g
Got the hood love throw it, throw it up for my baby
Fuck the world, they don't do it like me
Nahh, you better ask somebody
Don't fuck with my baby, you don't know about me
You better ask somebody
'Cause I go dumb for my baby
Low-key, low-key, low-key
I go dumb for my baby, low-key
Tip drill, call me low-key
A lot of broke niggas think they know me
A young nigga move like a og
Only backwoods when we're rollin'
And she goes dumb for a nigga, ayy
She gon' beat a drum for a nigga, ayy
She gon' wanna roll with a nigga
Hunnids and fifties baby, ayy
Buy you a new Mercedes, ayy
You know them bitches ain't it
I got bands on me, I spend money all day, baby
That zoo God, zoofield from zoogang, baby
I got bands on me, I spend money all day, baby
That zoo God, zoofield from zoogang, baby
Don't you play baby, yeah
Yeah, I know my nigga got me
Top down it's just me and my g
Got the hood love throw it, throw it up for my baby
Fuck the world, they don't do it like me
Nahh, you better ask somebody
Don't fuck with my baby, you don't know about me
You better ask somebody
'Cause I go dumb for my baby
Low-key, low-key, low-key
I go dumb for my baby, low-key
Fuck around and catch a case for ya
Damn right, I'll put a mutherfucka' all up in his place for ya
Call me his shooter, his jada, his mami
I'm down for whatever, I said so-so I be
Down to set it, set it of
Bonnie to his Clyde
Like motherfucker 'em all
And I ain't never lettin' him go
I'll catch a body for him, so you know
He got what I want, and that's all that I need
Him come home to me, and hit this like good weed
Goin' and goin' and goin'
It's too deep
Y'all think it's show me, but we're thinkin' movie
Yeah, I know my nigga got me
Top down it's just me and my g
Got the hood love throw it, throw it up for my baby
Fuck the world, they don't do it like me
Nahh, you better ask somebody
Don't fuck with my baby, you don't know about me
You better ask somebody
'Cause I go dumb for my baby
Low-key, low-key, low-key
I go dumb for my baby, low-key