Still Songtext

Still in the hood where it's good, still tryna stuff a backwood
Still out up to no good, still had to do what I could
Still gon' drop my drip, still gon' pop my trip
Still gon' keep shit real, still gon' pop my seal

I walk around in Buscemi, still got it locked in these streets
My daddy forgot I was breathing, still learned a lot from the streets
We had to trap, had to scheme, get that shit by any means
I'm having pointers on me, still make this shit winter and spring
Pull up in something, all these hoes fiend
Diamonds on me antifreeze, yeah, I might pipe up on the scene, yeah
She pull up in that new demon, her attitude mean, yeah
Had to turn nothing to something, the fuck do you mean, yeah
Niggas putting but they ain't doing shit
Fuck you putting on for if you ain't have shit?
I just want the wealth, nigga did it by myself
Can't no fuck nigga ever say they gave me shit
Only the real relate, I'm tryna fill my plate
Living every day like the sweepstakes, kinda like killing shit every day
Still walking 'round like a lick, still hundred thousand my wrist
Still putting on my shit, still having hoes in the six
Still having hoes that wasn't shit, still ridin' 'round with the stick
Still ridin' 'round with the zip, still ridin' 'round with the fifth
Still ridin' 'round with the killers, still in the trap
Still in the hood where it's good, still tryna stuff a backwood
Still out up to no good, still had to do what I could
Still gon' drop my drip, still gon' pop my trip
Still gon' keep shit real, still gon' pop my seal

Just take a deuce and pour a four like Kobe
I got the juice and now they act like they know me
Had to run up them bands all on my motherfuckin' lonely
Fuck what you sayin', you gotta motherfuckin' show me like
You deserve it
Treat the booth like the trap motherfucker, yeah I'm still serving
Thirsty hoes, yeah I'm just curving
Real fuck fake, this shit in you not on you
Pull up in something fast, fuck a lease, I'm the owner like
Beast mode, niggas know I go and divide my opponent
Still tryna get it 'cause I motherfuckin' want it
And I'm still out here trending while they motherfuckin' cloning like
Loyalty mean a lot to me
And these hoes, they still jocking me
I got bread so they flock to me
I might push up on her properly
Push up, push up

Still walking 'round like a lick, still hundred thousand my wrist
Still putting on my shit, still having hoes in the six
Still having hoes that wasn't shit, still ridin' 'round with the stick
Still ridin' 'round with the zip, still ridin' 'round with the fifth
Still ridin' 'round with the killers, still in the trap
Still in the hood where it's good, still tryna stuff a backwood
Still out up to no good, still had to do what I could
Still gon' drop my drip, still gon' pop my trip
Still gon' keep shit real, still gon' pop my seal