Keep It Low Songtext
von Moneybagg Yo feat. Future
Keep It Low Songtext
Sky Diddy
Drop that shit T-Head
Yeah
Hold up, pop the Rolls Truck
Why not pull up Lambo Car and pop it with the doors up?
This shit got colossal, I got models tryna pay me to fuck
Tell her the price done went up, it′s gon' cost more than a buck
Know that shit gon′ be hot, it got my name on it, it's chronic
Driving slow now but that car go zero to sixty if I punch it
She wake up and munch it, let me pull yo hair
Take off that bonnet
Don't care if we speaking on no M, nigga, you ain′t gon′
Know if I done done it
I'm celebrating what I accomplished, I′ma pop it constantly
Flew this bad bitch in from London, she like how I'm coming
Dressing standard, talking country, got her hooked on phonics
Call me toxic but she can′t keep me from out her stomach
Love that shit
I got all these hoes requesting toxic dick
Touching her for years, she can't post a pic
Prada, Dior, riding around with ten stacks
Slide through, come back, hit ya bitch
Yeah
I got all these hoes requesting toxic dick (that′s all they want)
Fuckin her for years, better not post a pic (she better not do it)
Finger itching, tryna hit something with that switch
Slide through, come back, took ya bitch (go)
Bitch ain't speaking on the business, keep it low
Snatch your whip, that's a double R Rolls Royce Truck
In my ear, penthouse, I see the city when I′m hitting that bitch
From the back
Big dawg, I can be out the country, make a call and get you wacked
Bitch look up to me like God, I can′t wait to kill her throat
I got mind control on bitches, I don't have to use a rose
These lil niggas on go, they swiss cheese and a rat
They can′t wait to up the score, a hunnid rounds, a hunnid racks
All I do is break them hundos off and fuck her like I'm broke
You better not cry in this Phantom, bitch, you
Know where you belong
Prada earrings, want some jewelry? I made that bitch the one
Hoes requesting for that toxic dick, that′s all these bitches want
I got all these hoes requesting toxic dick
Touching her for years and she can't post a pic
Prada, Dior, riding around with ten stacks
Slide through, come back, hit ya bitch
Yeah
I got all these hoes requesting toxic dick (that′s all they want)
Fuckin her for years, better not post a pic (she better not do it)
Finger itching, tryna hit something with that switch
Slide through, come back, took ya bitch (go)
Drop that shit T-Head
Yeah
Hold up, pop the Rolls Truck
Why not pull up Lambo Car and pop it with the doors up?
This shit got colossal, I got models tryna pay me to fuck
Tell her the price done went up, it′s gon' cost more than a buck
Know that shit gon′ be hot, it got my name on it, it's chronic
Driving slow now but that car go zero to sixty if I punch it
She wake up and munch it, let me pull yo hair
Take off that bonnet
Don't care if we speaking on no M, nigga, you ain′t gon′
Know if I done done it
I'm celebrating what I accomplished, I′ma pop it constantly
Flew this bad bitch in from London, she like how I'm coming
Dressing standard, talking country, got her hooked on phonics
Call me toxic but she can′t keep me from out her stomach
Love that shit
I got all these hoes requesting toxic dick
Touching her for years, she can't post a pic
Prada, Dior, riding around with ten stacks
Slide through, come back, hit ya bitch
Yeah
I got all these hoes requesting toxic dick (that′s all they want)
Fuckin her for years, better not post a pic (she better not do it)
Finger itching, tryna hit something with that switch
Slide through, come back, took ya bitch (go)
Bitch ain't speaking on the business, keep it low
Snatch your whip, that's a double R Rolls Royce Truck
In my ear, penthouse, I see the city when I′m hitting that bitch
From the back
Big dawg, I can be out the country, make a call and get you wacked
Bitch look up to me like God, I can′t wait to kill her throat
I got mind control on bitches, I don't have to use a rose
These lil niggas on go, they swiss cheese and a rat
They can′t wait to up the score, a hunnid rounds, a hunnid racks
All I do is break them hundos off and fuck her like I'm broke
You better not cry in this Phantom, bitch, you
Know where you belong
Prada earrings, want some jewelry? I made that bitch the one
Hoes requesting for that toxic dick, that′s all these bitches want
I got all these hoes requesting toxic dick
Touching her for years and she can't post a pic
Prada, Dior, riding around with ten stacks
Slide through, come back, hit ya bitch
Yeah
I got all these hoes requesting toxic dick (that′s all they want)
Fuckin her for years, better not post a pic (she better not do it)
Finger itching, tryna hit something with that switch
Slide through, come back, took ya bitch (go)
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Thomas Walker, Robert Labraunte Gullatt, Taureon Hailey, Demario White, Iriia Tsurusaki Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com