
Still tippin' Still rollin' Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Pressure (Uh)
Pressure Uh
I'm bringing that pressure I got it on extra
She all in my phone now here come a lecture
Never mind she making sexual gestures
My money returning shit like Devin Hester
How you a rapper and you be investing
It's easy dawg I ain't tryna be second
Don't say you ain't see me work for these blessings
I'm eating (Yea)
Deleting (Yea)
These hoes that think that they living with me
I'm paying the rent bitch you gotta see yo way out the day soon as it hit three
I'm lying to you but don't lie to me
And hide me bitch don't post on IG
You crashing out bitch get out of the seat you driving unless you riding on me
This ether (Huh)
Them Features (What bout em)
I'll handle that later right now I been saving
My future look good career is all gravy
I'm wavy coasting and shit like the navy
I'm tired of dealing with shit it don't phase me
My nana a OG she really did raise me
And granny I love you but you made me crazy
I'm tryna get cash just like my name Jay-Z
You with me (is you)
You riding (Is you)
Is you here for the benefits shit that's poppin
Do you really think you controlling my options
You better go fuck with a glock in the moshpit
Fuck I look like just giving up my shit
Bitch I'm the one creating this hot shit
Sick ass flow I got they ass nauseas
Walk in the club say every bitch my bitch
Damn ,Yea I know that
Really I'm tripping or maybe it's y'all
The shots that I call done made me a dawg
The shots that I'm on is Julio Don
I'm feeling myself the new dapper don
I'm balling like Michael ain't talkin bout Shawn
Shawty a nympho and she want some
Freaky shit end it with nut on her tongue
Was stuck in my ways but man I was young
Reality make me think everyone dumb
They allergies only popped up when I won
I'm up in the city where you need a gun
I'm up in the city where you need some funds
They purge on Halloween you better run
Pills and shit lookin like lucky charms
And im from the Murda not spelled red rum
M U R D A Bitch that's how you spell it
Gassed up all damn day Bitch what you inhaling
Real niggas don't do no motherfucking telling
And mama I'm sorry to let you know that all my dawg felons
I'm seeing a plan that I can go relish
I'm after the green baby no relish
And if she got titties that's lookin like melons
I need her shirt open just like it was presents
My mind is too strong I'll go through a dead end
Balling like Nash Steve or kevin
In France inhaling like mac and devin
Ion want no revenge I want some redemption
Lil hoe why am I all in your mentions
My hoes is mad that I'm on this pimping
Y'all flows is trash and bitch im still tippin
On y'all ass forever relentless
I murdered this beat it ain't no attempted
Ain't fuckin a bitch that look like a gremlin
I gotta keep going my nigga I'm in it (you in it)
Yea for the tradition bitch