Still Flexin ft. Bandz Da Breash & SpreadGangBunya Lyrics

I'm a real stepper, thought you was a king I jump your piece this shit is real checkers

I don't need a pill to kill, but it's gon' make me feel better

I need provolone, three pepper, mozzarella, real cheddar

Like I got two glocks comin' out my arms, bitch, I'ma steel flexer

She play with that pussy, I don't care, bitch, I'ma still sex her

Bitch know she ain't mine, I drop the dick and make her feel better

Glock gon pop his mind, like a rock band, I make 'em feel metal

Thought I lost my mind, I hit the gas and, bitch, I'm still pressure

Bitch, I'm still flexin', see my preacher

He ask what I do, I say I'm still steppin'

My auntie asked me what I do for work, I said I'm still servin

Gotta watch out for the narcs, lil' n***a, you know they still workin' Posted in the project, dirty stick to get your head plungin

I remember I was broke as hell, I ain't had nothin'

Catch a n***a in the alley lackin', tryna find somethin

Me and Kemp, pop up out that cut, like the Splash Brothers

N***a, he ain't been in no streets, he ain't served nothin

Why this n***a blowin' up my phone about his main, bitch

Pulled up in a different car, you know I lane switch

If a n***a try to play mind games, I bust his brain quick

Pass the bitch around just like a blunt, the whole gang hit

N****s rappin', when they get down, they get to singin'

I feel alone, but everybody around think I'm famous

And my shirt dirty, but I still keep a stainless

Poppin' perks daily, and it still keep me painless

Every time I brainstorm, my young bitch get to rainin'

Every time the pack touchdown, they get to doin' tricks

Every time a bitch come around, she wanna do the dick

I'm a real stepper, thought you was a king I jump your piece this shit is real checkers

I don't need a pill to kill, but it's gon' make me feel better

I need provolone, three pepper, mozzarella, real cheddar

Like I got two glocks comin' out my arms, bitch, I'ma steel flexer

She play with that pussy, I don't care, bitch, I'ma still sex her

I just set the mood, I know she wanna fuck me, but she gotta do

I'ma keep it true, we don't play by the rule

Hey, regardless these bitches gon' choose

I can't love or kiss ya lil' bitch, don't get me confused

Don't get on my bad side, them youngins blow like fuse

We pull up with four Glocks, with legs, what you gon' do

Hey, baby, I just popped a shroom

Tell your babydaddy, get out my face because I'm rude

Ooh, I'ma tell him what you do

I'ma tell him how you eat that dick up like some food

Bitch, I'm from the South Side, I grew up in a zoo

I grew up with murders and them robbers don't take shoes

Boy, it's real serious, better tie up them shoes

If you fall down, bust your head, boy, you gon' lose

Boom