Low.Key

I dont give a damn what you talk about
If the wanna throw down,bring the coffin out
Now I aint really violent, but I stay stylin
On them wack cats now they walking out
What you on about, are we living good yet?
My squad got an anthem like we dipset
Flip that ish ,Im the DOC
Cash on deck, call it COD
See it through my eyes, the POV
Cuz Im burning them white lies like trees OG
Junoflo getting CeeLo Green
But I dodge the limelight, I stay low key
You dont really wanna get it mixed up
My fam hold it down with they fists up
Hit the city with my squaaad
Booty make you say laaawd
Oh lawd, whole squad go hard
We the new classic, so Mozart
Draped Goyard, chillin on Hobart
Hit em with the future, they wanna costar
Vegas, Atlanta to SEA
Been a few months and I miss LA
Born and raised, where my people say 'Fuxk police'and they grind all day(all day)
All day, and we **** always
Lights get dimmer down these hallways
Watch your front and I got your six
Ask about you,they dont know ****
Plot line thick,watch the whole thing flip
I emerge from the underground with no tricks
Oh what a trip, like the role of the pimps
Got them racks is stacking ,you a hoe in defense