I just want to stay low key

Maybe get a bite to eat

Talking to the LPC

Speaking on my wants and needs

Telling me that shit ain't easy

Look homie

I want to vacay in Malibu me and my girl about to randevu feet in the sand like a tourist do

Back it up ayy

I don't give a fuck if you play me, yuh

I don't even care if you hate me, yuh

I know you want my babies, yuh

But that shits for my baby, yuh

Sons of bitches are crazy

You want the block on the map

You want to see me aim back

All you do is count stacks

You wishing the lotto won't lack

Cause you getting dots on your front and your back

And I just want to

Now one, two, three all eyes on me

Everybody go and get seats

Everybody want to talk shit, but I'm old school now mothafuckers chill out and listen to me

Yea everything be great

Bitches to the left of me be fake

Chefs kiss all day be gourmet

Chilling on the beach and I'm there to stay, wow

Look at me chilling with the twelve pack look at me whipping out the big gas, ayy

Look at me checking out the Reebok's look at me hitting all the sweet spots, wait

Look at me pissing off the big dogs look at me whipping out my big sword, hey

Look at me chilling on the low low

Look at me keep it on the low low