[Intro: JRoBBiN]
Jrobbin, Got my nigga Blaze with me
Take a nigga bitch
Keep it on da low, Keep it on da low
Just Keep it on da low, look
So what, so what, so what, so
[Hook: JRoBBiN]
Keep it on the da, Keep it on da low
Your boyfriend ain't gotta know
Keep it on da low, Keep it on da low
Your boyfriend ain't gotta know
Keep it on da low, Keep it on da low
Ain't no body gotta know girl
Keep it on da low, Keep it on da low
Say you got a boyfriend so what?
He ain't gotta know, What?
He ain't gotta know, No!
He ain't gotta know, What?
He ain't gotta know, Nope!
Girl keep it on da low
He ain't gotta know, What?
He ain't gotta know, Nope!
He ain't gotta know, What?
Girl Keep it on da low
[Verse 1: JRoBBiN]
Two girls with me
Both in a relationship
Boyfriend in the back seat
But he ain't really saying shit
Drop that nigga off now we headed to the liquor store, Liquor store
More liquor will only make me lick her more
I've always been that nigga
And fake niggas hate it
See bitches always tripping but never be on vacation
Knock, Knock, See JRoBBiN at your front door
She ask me do I love her, Thank god I ain't pinochio
No sucka shit, Fuck her shit, Suck a dick with the pucker lips
Spitting like I'm tupacalypse, Tupac resurrection
Ya'll can't get like me
On this kill beef spree
Kayne made Jesus walk
But I got the devil on these its like
Damn I feel like Pacquiao in the ring with the featherweight
Three things I give no fucks about
Snakes, Fakes, and yesterday
5'8, but I ball like I'm 8'6
Fucked your bitch
Nothing was the same
On some Drake shit!
[Hook]
Keep it on the da, Keep it on da low
Your boyfriend ain't gotta know
Keep it on da low, Keep it on da low
Your boyfriend ain't gotta know
Keep it on da low, Keep it on da low
Ain't no body gotta know girl
Keep it on da low, Keep it on da low
Say you got a boyfriend so what?
He ain't gotta know, What?
He ain't gotta know, No!
He ain't gotta know, What?
He ain't gotta know, Nope!
Girl keep it on da low
He ain't gotta know, What?
He ain't gotta know, Nope!
He ain't gotta know, What?
Girl Keep it on da low
[Verse 2: Fred Blaze]
I fuck with you girl, but keep it on the low-key
You fucking with a fly nigga smoking OG
A couple Benjamin Franklins up in my pocket
Bad bitches she from the tropics
And know I'm the trending topic
Like wassup with it I ball out
Put it in you make you fall out
Shorty can't get nothing from me but a nut from me when we fall out
Cause I gotta stay on that grind shit
I work her out like a 9-6
Shorty give me that face time like a 5c, iPhone this like
Paper chase, Only care what that paper think
Always up in some Ralph Lauren
And my jewelry ugly like Flavor-Flave
Every day I'm in some new stuff
She see me flexin' so guaranteed she gon' chose us
[Hook]
Keep it on the da, Keep it on da low
Your boyfriend ain't gotta know
Keep it on da low, Keep it on da low
Your boyfriend ain't gotta know
Keep it on da low, Keep it on da low
Ain't no body gotta know girl
Keep it on da low, Keep it on da low
Say you got a boyfriend so what?
He ain't gotta know, What?
He ain't gotta know, No!
He ain't gotta know, What?
He ain't gotta know, Nope!
Girl keep it on da low
He ain't gotta know, What?
He ain't gotta know, Nope!
He ain't gotta know, What?
Girl Keep it on da low
[Outro: Fred Blaze]
He ain't gotta know if you fucking with me shorty
We could keep it on the low-key like a midget door
Lets go, Jrobbin, It's Blaze, Lets get it