Still Tippin Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Hoe call my phone tryna brag bout a nigga she had
You know that I'm keeping it playa
I got a nurse who gon put all the pints in the bag I mix it wit sprite for the flava
I told them young niggas go head call up they dad them pistols is not gonna save ya
Niggas be cappin in song like they came up from rags
Yo fam got mo bread then a baker
Yea
Nigga was broke had to get up and get it
They ain't know we got rich off of switches
I'm from da south but hold weight in the city
I'm most hated but I'm steady livin
Nigga talk crazy like he was gon pop-eyes
So we cut his head off like a chicken
Hoe tried to fuck wanna lock in like soul ties
So I double up rubber no feeling
I'm in da lab off of gas got me booted
Hoe in the back honey pack got ha tooted
Ridin wit racks if he buck ima shoot it
Keeping it tucked better stop allat movin
I tried to run off wit gas I pulled off to fast
How you miss what the fuck was you shootin
Niggas be walking wit sass and beggin for ass
So I see why you gettin no coochie
Niggas be green tryna wear purple jeans ain't nunna yall standing on business
Purple and green like da joker but u is a clown you niggas be wanna be menace
I cannot trip over niggas who rlly be fans yall hatin but all in my mentions
I cannot trip over niggas who wanna be gang but foldin when hearin they sentence
Her pussy fat got mo grip then a plier
My youngins crash pop more shi then a frier
I told dat hoe I was out wit my friends so now she tryna call me a lier
I got some hoes that I just be callin my friends but i fuck on them til I get tired
Hoe tried to set up the gang I gave her fake name and picked up da hoe in a slider
Niggas be hatin and bragin bout getting to bread like that wat u posed to do
Niggas is crazy talkin shi to g7 i told em that I will embarrass you
We shot at a niggas who mad bout a bitch now da hoe be feedin u chicken soup
I put the fire to a nigga who talkin that shit like nigga I might as well finish you
Gang
I'm sayin
We just be riding in whips like we take em
I told lil g pop da car it's moving to fast den send that hoe right down to Macon
I'm in CU off of gas I'm feeling real prime
You might as well call me osacin
Hoe tried to tell me the shit I be doin a crime
But ion got time for the wasting
Niggas be serving 3.5 and pouring up lines but niggas ain't making no dime
I told that hoe she was fine but she can't be mine
Cuz she got her ass online
She hit my phone like you tricking
I told her hell but I can still give da treat
You wanna play in my phone that cool but baby
Ima still charge you a fee
Damn