Still Up Lyrics

Hate to break it to you ion really need your two cense

Hate to do it to you but I like it more than losing

He said he could jump me

Like he Jordan told him prove it

Nigga really talking like he Bryant

Think he tall he going

Down, down, down

Down, down, down

Down, down, down

Down, down, down

I been tryna celebrate

I been on my get away

So they thought they could get away

Calling all the shots

T mobile it's some cella tape

Yeah I got my cheddar bae

Yeah we packing heavy

Make these niggas look like featherweights

Fuck around and hit them a choppa isa pole

And I got these bitches stripping

Taking off their clothes

I been chasing lavish living tryna get my doe

He don't like my bragging

Sorry I don't like being broke

Yeah, ay

Ay

Down- down- down

Ion got no time for hoes

Ion got no time for that

Tryna get these diamonds on

Fuck with all that lying back

Tryna get my dick sucked

Tryna get my digits up

Tryna get my winners up

Tryna get the squad winning

Tryna get us all winning

Tryna get to the bread daily

Way she gave that head crazy

Got me seeing double save me

I just made a band tryna figure how to spend it

Ion give a damn baby I guess I'm just reckless

Take a flight to London

Just to practice Euro stepping

Stomp a nigga out like I'm tryna get my steps in

Fuck, we fucked up

Roll another spliff get the drinks it's a custom

And we rolling in too heavy thought it's tungsten

On another trip taking flics isa tough stunt

Hate to break it to you ion really need your two cense

Hate to do it to you but I like it more than losing

He said he could jump me

Like he Jordan told him prove it

Nigga really talking like he Bryant

Think he tall he going

Down, down, down

Down, down, down

Down, down, down

Down, down, down