Still Lyrics

Still fuck a bitch if she not my type

Still got the gang in the crib gettin hype

She still tripping she a fiend for the pipe

And i still leave hoe all alone in the night

Still gone slide got a stick in the bag

Two best friends hit one then pass

Yea Imma dog cause I fuck from the back

And I still keep a pole so a foe get packed

Hills on drugs yea I still get stoned

Express herself one time get gone

Lemme come thru bitch hills not home

I don't get attached cause my soul get cold

Put it on me that i be stressed out

Ain't shit free and a hoe need clout

Ion want shit hoe i just need mouf

Still throw spades cause I come from the south

Uh

Kick it on east side no more street fights keep like three nines

Bad bitch fucked like three times fore i don't reply no you can't be mines God damn

Put three grams in a blunt, and I ain't smoke inna month

Purple OG and some runtz

Once I get back she get fucked

Still got a fifth in the cup

Shorty don't fall tryna change my mentality

Yea I pour shit in my sprite don't get mad at me

Bro got a K and he spray that shit randomly

Fuck bout yo man's yea i heard he a fan of me

You smell the gas when you walk in the crib

Bro put a whole twenty shots to ya ribs

They switching sides leave a hole in his lid

And whole nother diss bitch you know what it is

I'm finna roll up and smoke by myself

Neighbors be tryna determine the smell

Heard you tried do what i do and you failed

She threw it back so I paid for her nails

Saying im mean but i ain't even start

Shorty try suck me i ain't even park

I dont like having my sex in the dark

Don't hurt yourself tryna give me yo heart

I got some people that's hoping i flop

They getting pissed cause they see that i'm not

I got some people who walk with a glock

They pull down the mask so they ain't gettin caught

Having to rap cause i hear all the shit that y'all dropping i'm bored and that shit getting Lame

I gotta drink out the bottle not sipping moscato this proof of some shit you can't hang

I'm getting crossed and yo bitch getting tossed shit i don't even want her she stay wit the Gang

Gimmie a minute you'll see how we winning whenever i jump in the booth and yo lane

I'm feeling like jersey still showing no mercy cause bitch i been doing this shit through The rain

Do em like downy just don't come around me i promise you bound to end up as a stain

Bro brought pounds of the gas to the place

Pretty ass bitch only nut on her face

Big ass bags only thing that i chase

Bro flush that shit cause the crib getting cased

Don't fall back tryna keep with the pace

Spray for the head get burned like mace

Yea she a ten but we not finna date

I move like a boss i know they can't relate

And I

Still fuck a bitch if she not my type

Still got the gang in the crib gettin' hype

She still tripping she a fiend for the pipe

And i still leave hoe all alone in the night

Still gone slide got a stick in the bag

Two best friends hit one then pass

Yea Imma dog cause I fuck from the back

And I still keep a pole so a foe get packed