[Hook: Dirtbag Dan]
Low-key, like I'm Odin's son, when I'm rollin' one
She said I'm the only one, she don't owe me none
Twist up a backwood, low-key
She rub my back good, low-key, low-key
Low-key, like I'm Odin's son, when I'm rollin' one
She said I'm the only one, she don't owe me none
Twist up a backwood, low-key
She rub my back good, low-key, low-key
Low-key
[Verse 1: Esem]
I feel like Weezy screaming, "Why me?"
I'm out my mind listening to YG
Trash is on the tracks, so don't rewind me
She says I'm ugly, I say to remind me
That's what I get for tryin' to pull a dime piece
Fuck the club, 'cause at the bar is where you'll find me
Where there's love of karaoke, hit them high keys
While I'm sweating off the molly, smell like fried grease
Then I hit the late-night spot up for some Chinese
Teeth grinding, stuck together like they're Siamese
Paranoid, so everything is fishy as a Pisces
Seeing what a kite sees
Sliding through your town, but not to sight-see
Vodka in my Hi-C
I'm Spike Lee, tryin' to do the right thing
But do it wrong, most likely
My neck ain't never icy, my corazon just might be
Still wearing it on my sleeve
No James Bond: I dare a kid to try me
No DeJ Loaf: I dare a bitch to try me
[Hook: Dirtbag Dan]
Low-key, like I'm Odin's son, when I'm rollin' one
She said I'm the only one, she don't owe me none
Twist up a backwood, low-key
She rub my back good, low-key, low-key
Low-key, like I'm Odin's son, when I'm rollin' one
She said I'm the only one, she don't owe me none
Twist up a backwood, low-key
She rub my back good, low-key, low-key
Low-key
[Verse 2: Chase Moore]
Uh, I put my hand in the collection plate (Amen)
If they throwing salt, watch the pepper shake (woo!)
This tree'll kick her chest like Kevin Gates
Let me interject like Section 8
We outlaws, I don't peep the rules of work (no)
I walk around in Js like it's boots with spurs (cowboy)
Lock and load, rock and roll
Like a tsunami off the coast, rock the boat (splash)
Woah, this that Max B wave (wavy)
They can hope, but they can't be saved
If you don't speak the language, charge it to the Visa
If you don't understand it, talk to the Nina! (blah!)
Mamma mia, turn that pussy to Aquafina
Got the sauce like a taqueria
I'm the boss, Pancho Villa (blap, blap)
I mix the 'gnac wit' the Martinelli's (apple juice)
They gettin' taxed like Martin Shkreli (ha-ha!)
[Hook: Dirtbag Dan]
Low-key, like I'm Odin's son, when I'm rollin' one
She said I'm the only one, she don't owe me none
Twist up a backwood, low-key
She rub my back good, low-key, low-key
Low-key, like I'm Odin's son, when I'm rollin' one
She said I'm the only one, she don't owe me none
Twist up a backwood, low-key
She rub my back good, low-key, low-key
Low-key
[Verse 3: Dirtbag Dan]
Drive a 'Lac, but I don't ever lack, though
Connect the cash flow
Collect, we pass Go
She said, "You an asshole"
I said, "You don't know the half"
Baby looking at me like, "You need to take a photograph"
You could make a proper addition, but you don't know the math
Ain't nobody giving up nothing if you don't know the ass
She said, "Where you posted at?"
All up in the woods like a Kodiak
I'mma kill the pussy like the Zodiac
Uh, cold-blooded, a ho love it a whole lot
Low budget, gold nugget, I pull slots
I been making moves wit' the whole block
Everybody gotta keep their eyes on the dope spot
Cowboy, roll up in them horseys
She know that I stay close to the game just like a floor seat
She be begging, "Lord, please!" when I hit her, warp-speed
Married to the game - this bitch might divorce me
[Hook: Dirtbag Dan]
Low-key, like I'm Odin's son, when I'm rollin' one
She said I'm the only one, she don't owe me none
Twist up a backwood, low-key
She rub my back good, low-key, low-key
Low-key, like I'm Odin's son, when I'm rollin' one
She said I'm the only one, she don't owe me none
Twist up a backwood, low-key
She rub my back good, low-key, low-key
Low-key
