still sinnin Lyrics

Oh yea I'm still sippin won't quit this cup can't quit this cup

Oh yea I'm still sinnin don't test ya luck try me you fucked

Oh yea we still winning oh yea we still getting it

Oh yea I'm still sippin won't quit this cup can't quit this cup

Oh yea I'm still sinnin don't test ya luck try me you fucked

Oh yea we still gettin it this ain't no luck we ran it up Oh yea we still winning

In different cities fucking ho's Oh yea we wheel spinning

I crack that seal pour up that wock it make me feel different

Keep telling me stay out the way cause I'm the mil ticket

A Rapper trapper / scammer ima still flip it

Don't care bout them not fucking wit me I'ma still gettin it

Who say they having more than us you know you lying

No leaches in the spot so get the fuck up out if you ain't buying

A 3 up in a pop of soda I'm so high feel like I'm flying

Dissing all on IG live won't be surprised when they start dying

Young nigga clutching on that blick hope he ain't frontin pull yo trigger

Don't wanna use his head leave him for dead we gone fuck up his mental

Yea ima lover boy lowkey but one of them im still a sinner

Tryna troll like you the grinch keep on you won't make it to Christmas

Lay down and do time for the guys

In the back of the seat with a 9

If he play ima blow out his mind

Sorry baby but I'm on my grind

And I can not be wasting no time

And you know that you forever mines

But I gotta put on fa the guys

Oh yea I'm still sippin won't quit this cup can't quit this cup

Oh yea I'm still sinnin don't test ya luck try me you fucked

Oh yea we still gettin it this ain't no luck we ran it up Oh yea we still winning

In different cities fucking ho's Oh yea we wheel spinning

I crack that seal pour up that wock it make me feel different

Keep telling me stay out the way cause I'm the mil ticket

A Rapper trapper / scammer ima still flip it

Don't care bout them not fucking wit me I'ma still gettin it

Quick to talk about the kid like why they hating

We got the play complete the pass when bro touchdown feel like Tom Brady

Like get this ho she talking crazy call up Maury that ain't my baby

Won't trip bout that bitch fucking off it's in ha nature it won't faze me

Like a boujee bad bitch on valentine we want that bag

Don't do no talking I don't wanna talk bout nothing if it ain't cash

And my young crew they quick to spazz don't play no games get on yo ass

They went live said we did that bad ain't got no get back know they mad

Ima Pour up a 4 of that wock

All my young niggas tote baby Glocks

In the back of the seat with a freak

Told ha close it I just want the top

Told ha close em I just want the head

Told ha close em I just want the neck

Acting like he bout know he scared

Man fuck it feel em up wit lead

Oh yea I'm still sippin won't quit this cup can't quit this cup

Oh yea I'm still sinnin don't test ya luck try me you fucked

Oh yea we still gettin it this ain't no luck we ran it up Oh yea we still winning

In different cities fucking ho's Oh yea we wheel spinning

I crack that seal pour up that wock it make me feel different

Keep telling me stay out the way cause I'm the mil ticket

A Rapper trapper / scammer ima still flip it

Don't care bout them not fucking wit me I'ma still gettin it