Still Got It Lyrics

(I got Mikey, we fuck shit up)

Long live all the guys, yeah

Threelyfe x cbg bitch, yaeh

It's montana, you already know who it is

I took a break from this shit, they thought I fell off

Naw bitch, I'm coming back, harder then ever

You hear me?

I can't keep faking this shit

How everybody switch this shit took a left turn, but it's cool

Been making shit happen for me and my people

Told bro this shit back, let me do what I do

Nut was twitching on the backseat

Niggas still dissing, tell them boys get at me

Tryna step on anybody, dissing on three

Run down on Lil' Ton, he haul ass like a track meet

Stepping just like LG, might leave out with nine kills

Screaming SBG, I'm tryna show them how that nine feel

Big frontstreetK bitch, I'm always on the front line

When them sticks get to hitting, bitches sound like a drum line

Shot from the drac, had him twitching on the backseat

Opps ain't trying to kill bout them guys, if you ask me

In the back of a scat, getting top from a freak

Pop out like your granny with switches on me

Post on the block, bro, just dropped off a pack

I go get a whole p, shake it down to some G's

Ain't rocking designer, but I'm in the back of a bens

With your bitch got her face on my jeans

Ain't shooting in no houses, walk down, get your face hit

Long Live LG, he the one got nut head hit

Might fuck on a opp hoe, go burn up her head

And I just want top so bitch, please close your legs

These niggas just rapping, they ain't really trapping

He dissing on three, tell that boy to get active

Josh and Kirk fighting cases

I know if they wasn't they'll be on my side, on these fuck niggas ass

They think Jb sweet, Cause he don't really say too much

Little do they know, that boy drill with a passion

Screaming free Snoop and LongLive LG the real evil twins, the real soul snatchers

And one thing about it, no matter the situation

We gon' always have each other back

And I'ma keep knocking shit to the feds take me down

Or cancer kill me, nigga, that's just that

Bust down the brick, then go bust down my neck

Tryna flood the whole team with a flawless patek

Could've moved to the A, started popping my shit

But I stayed on the block with the guys cause I wanted to

Can't take you serious, boy, I see the hoe in you

Give up the low, I pop out, put that pole on you

Off an eight or red, I just pop me a perky

I know that I'm loaded, my body keep jerking

Pop out three deep choppers, st-st-st-stuttering

Whole hundred shots, watch that bitch go to twerking

Hoe, we ain't friends, I'ma boss, you at worker

It's two in the morning, we three deep, we lurking

Ain't scared to get off, bitch, em' shots, get to ringing

Chopper, summer walker, that bitch get to singing

Bullets on fire like a wasp, they be stinging

He get in that jam like Beyonce, he singing

Uhh, five-five-six, Glocks with switches

Spin your block till we get dizzy

Keep a drac' up on my roster

Night owls we never met drizzy

And I still got it, bitch

Aye, threelyfe x cbg

And I still got it, bitch