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

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[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

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