Lyrics:
Low-Key
Canopy
Shelter me
Oh
Hover there
In the air
I can't speak
Well I'm having trouble reaching for you ‘Cause I'm turning black and blue
them steps
Touch some grass
Time went fast
Black belt tied across my waist
Orion's belt across your ass
Hard knocks school and I skip class
And I still
Arms maintain the fort
Get in touch with that west coast cali crab you stabbed
And meet me at the bitch lab
So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four
Arms maintain the fort
Get in touch with that west coast cali crab you stabbed
And meet me at the bitch lab
So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four
surrounded by molls with whom he is openly
Flirting he is drunk fosco is sober and more
Reserved the croupier spins the
Wheel Glyde collects)
Black twenty six
to black mailing
You don't want me dark in your life as a black man
Buchalli dubh but got color on the kaftan
You don't think Black Lives Matter
Till your
Yea I'm a black cat baby I've got eight more tries
I'm a wreck, I'm a walking superstition
Distressed by crossing fingers and
I'm a wreck, I'm
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
radioactive
Cuz when we touch, yeah my hands turn ivory black
Why the fuck do i find you attractive
Why the fuck do I keep following you back
Why the fuck is
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your family
for real
You get your stomach full with anything
No lobsters or caviar
my dinner was served and it's the same soup again
But on the mic it's a fire
i
I told the shawty call your friends to pull through (Prr prr)
You ain't gonna worry I'ma do the same to (Uh huh)
Ain’t no party without the whole
Mathematic
Keys to the mansion
Keys in the cabin
So outlandish
Off this planet
Meet me by the Hamptons
Diamonds jigging
Diamonds dancing
Say I love her
No
the cars
Jiggy at the party baby, got the champagne and the ha-ha
Pray that we fade to black
We attack the traps, and make your knees collapse
But once
like Harriet Tubman
Looked out the window by the black bed
I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face
never get caught tryin' to play on whores.
I cried, as my keys was scrapin' the car doors,
From the trunk to the hood, by the wheel and the floor.
I'm driving motherfuckers hysterical, with a
touch of this twister, stylistic mixture
What I create pulsates, there is no escape
Annihilate your
I heard you searching for an icon I got one right for you here
With that verbiage you can touch on cause its always crystal clear
Toward the top is
even touch the police
Won't you tell your niggas get that
Take some of those cool fullies and go and get some of our shit back
Your problem is you
pouring up
Baby, you know that we lit look at me dripping you diggin a fit your dog is a mouse
Why you think we don't click too many bitches? They hitting
You hang your hand out the car window
We travel by the roadway's hum
See the signs pass
Watch the fields go by
Every mailbox
Every streetlight
THE NORTH SIDE MAKE IT WAVY
ON THE HOOK I FEEL LIKE SADE
DROPPING BANDS LOWKEY
MORE KEYS
FOR IGNITIONS OF THE COUPE
[Verse1]SauceTh@t
YOUNG SAUCEFATHER
alone
Waiting for your kid's
School bus to arrive (but you know)
They're gonna do it anyway
Reaching for your keys
Wait, is that your phone?
Got
the fuck is mine
My nigga I'll take it
Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop them keys
It's a jack
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