Loki

Lyrics

[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