Keep It On The Low (feat. Lrtbeezy)

(Astro)
(You done got you one)
(Go)
You got smacked for touching lil' girls
Man, bitch you a hoe
It ain't my beef, I don't speak (Shh)
I keep it on the low
We used to speak daily, I guess now
I ain't really speak no mo' (No talking)
Shordy sent me back to back to back
She blowing up my phone (Damn)
You can't call me no bitch
If you ain't ever stood on shit
Claiming you a B' but still throw up 'em fours
Get yo' bitch ass on
Known around the school, I put 'em on
She stay texting me daily, I hit her wit' "So what you on"?
Why pussy boy steady talkin' to me?
Like watch yo' tone (Watch yo'self)
All this drama shi' they put me in, I don't condone (Hell nah)
I ain't scared to die, my biggest fear is just dying alone
Why you hit me up, say "collab?"
Then don't pick up the phone (Postpone)
My hoes is better most of them really the baddest
Yo' girl is (Ugh) not gon' lie, she below average
Why you keeping beef? Like go get you a baggage (Ta)
I stay getting me some money, identical to some cabbage (Green)
I got homies that'll do shi' and they savage
Switch up on the shit, J said he will do damage (Dead)
Fit you in a case that just made for some luggage
Moving different than these underground's, it's not a challenge
You got smacked for touching lil' girls
Man bitch you a hoe
It ain't my beef, I don't speak (Shh)
I keep it on the low
We used to speak daily, I guess now
I ain't really speak no mo' (No talking)
Shordy sent me back to back to back
She blowing up my phone (Damn)
You got smacked for touching lil' girls
Man, bitch you a hoe
It ain't my beef, I don't speak (Shh)
I keep it on the low
We used to speak daily, I guess now
I ain't really speak no mo' (No talking)
Shordy sent me back to back to back
She blowing up my phone (Come on)
I ain't stressed about no hoe and I stressed about no bitch
Nigga, I won't tell lil' lie, yeah, I tell you what it is
You a pussy ass lil' boy and y'all niggas ain't on shit
Momma said to never settle for a bitch who can't pay rent
Yeah, It's BEEZY and Diablo, yeah, y'all niggas
Know y'all in trouble
Bitch my racks look rust, yeah
I've been hittin' all triple double
Yeah I'm funna spit the game plan
All y'all niggas better come huddle
Shawty just want a lil' love
All she want to do is come and cuddle
Yeah I'm back up in this city
Yeah I'm funna link up wit' gang
All y'all niggas is some lamos, y'all ain't ever hit new plays
Man this nigga steady trying to feast
Nigga fuck up out my plate
Call me Luke, I'm always skywalking
On these niggas, I ain't trying to play
Yeah, come on, feel like wheezy in a Ford
Yeah I'm on the run
Nah, I ain't about that life, I don't tote no gun
But if I got to, nigga, I'll make yo' ass run
I ain't stressed about no hoe I stressed about no bitch
Yeah, I won't tell lil' lie, yeah, I tell you what it is
You a pussy ass lil' boy and y'all niggas ain't on shit
Nigga I never tell lil' lie, yeah, I tell you what it is



Credits
Writer(s): Beezy Blank, Dilan Marin
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