Low

[Hook: Rawz Artilla] I'm in the whip with my seat down low Hat down low, everything low I tell them this is how it goes Weed smoke got my eyes all low This is how I roll (this is how I roll) This is how I roll (just in case you didn't know) Tell them this is how I roll This is how I roll, I'm in a whip with my seat down low [Verse 1: Rawz Artilla] Five star years back, and it's a fucking rap What I spit ain't no fictions, boy, I'm spitting facts Real talk, no Diva D, it's more than rap I'm serious and organised, something like a filofax I'm in the whip with my seat down low Hat low, weed smoke got my eyes all low When I roll on the roads, rudeboy, I stay thugging it I'm my own boss and I'm loving it So fix your face, rudeboy, or get your face fixed Cause Rawz Artilla's reloaded like The Matrix And then I'm rolling up, then I'm lighting up Inhale, exhale, offer whisky, Dutch You might see me on the lean when I'm driving The hood's real bent so I listen for them sirens They wanna catch me riding dirty like Chamillionnaire But I'm rolling on the low, they can't see me clear [Hook] [Verse 2: Ghetts] They wanna see me on my death bed I'm so low that the back seat's touching my head rest No one can see me, even feds can't detect Ghetts Oi Rasc, take the next left, police are doing checks ahead And I ain't worried 'bout the tax and insurance It's more like the straps and the boras And I'm black so I'm cautious, plus the pigs have got it in for me Cause last time we met, I flushed the crack down the toilets And they've been out to get me since I'm convinced so I don't get in no whips without tints And as for links, I never bring em home, I'm a pimp, devil flipping hoe Don't sink, I'll be slipping home, even if I'm drinking mould I'll be on point Cause if I slit the same rats that ID'd my boys Will have a nigga like me destroyed I'd be calling a solicitor like I need a voice [Hook]