Keep It Low lyrics

[Intro]
(SkyDiddy)
(Drop that sh*t, T-Head)

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Yeah (Hold up), park the Rolls truck (Skrrt)
Why not pull up Lambo' car and pop it with the doors up? (Low)
This sh*t got colossal, I got models tryna pay me to f*ck (Hahaha)
Tell her the price done went up (Up)
It's gon' cost more than a buck
Know that sh*t gon' be hot, it got my name on this chronic
Drivin' slow now, but this car go zero to sixty if I punch it
She wake up and munch it
Let me pull your hair, take off that bonnet (Uh)
Don't catch me speakin' on no M, n*gga, you ain't gon' know if I done done it
Or done sent it
I'm celebratin' what I accomplished, I'ma pop it constantly (Constantly)
Flew this bad b*tch in from London, she like how I'm comin' (Bad)
Dressin' snazzy, talkin' country, got her hooked on phonics (Throwed)
Call me toxic, but she can't keep me from out her stomach (Lovе that sh*t)

[Chorus: Future & Moneybagg Yo]
I got all these hoes rеquestin' toxic di*k (Safe)
f*ckin' her for years, she can't post my pic (She can't)
Five deep, ridin' around with ten stick (Ten stick)
Slide through, come back, hit your b*tch (Come)
Yeah, I got all these hoes requestin' toxic di*k (It's all they want)
f*ckin' her for years, better not post a pic (She better not do it)
Finger itchin', tryna hit somethin' with that switch (Frrt, frrt)
Slide through, come back, took your b*tch (Gone)
[Verse 2: Future]
b*tch ain't speakin' on the business, keep it low, snatch a whip
That's a double R, Rolls-Royce truck in my ear (Where?)
Penthouse, I see the city when I'm hittin' that b*tch from the back
Big dog, I can be out the country, make a call and get you whacked (What?)
b*tch look up to me like God, I can't wait to kill her throat (Bad)
I got mind control on b*tches, I don't have to use a remote
These lil' n*ggas on go (Go), they Swiss-cheesin' a rat (Rat)
They can't wait to up the score, a hundred rounds, a hundred racks (Where?)
All I do is break them hundos off and f*ck her like I'm broke (Broke)
You better not cry in this Phantom, b*tch, you know where you belong (The streets)
Buy the average one some jewelry, I made that b*tch the one (What?)
Hoes requestin' for that toxic di*k, that's all these b*tches want (Brrt)

[Chorus: Future & Moneybagg Yo]
I got all these hoes requestin' toxic di*k (Safe)
f*ckin' her for years, she can't post my pic (She can't)
Five deep, ridin' around with ten stick (Ten stick)
Slide through, come back, hit your b*tch (Come)
Yeah, I got all these hoes requestin' toxic di*k (It's all they want)
f*ckin' her for years, better not post a pic (She better not do it)
Finger itchin', tryna hit somethin' with that switch (Frrt, frrt)
Slide through, come back, took your b*tch (Gone)