Still Runnin

歌詞

(KJ what you got goin' on man) Back of the phantom to get me side head Ain't got no purple then give me some red, yeah (Yo Nick Papz, make it slap) Nigga know I back out every time the pack out, big boy scrapin' up fenders I was in the trap house chillin' with the Mac out, gang gang, me and my members Nigga, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here, just Glicks 'round here with extenders Nigga, don't take no pics 'round here everybody on parole shit censored I got a check, fell in love with it I got the neck for the hell of it Money, respect, get the Cullinan Come down the lil' block like a elephant I got the lil' Glock with the drum in it We don't want them to know what's crackin' I 4500 my jacket, they say I'm too rich to be strappin', yeah Suicide doors in the Phantom, it looks like you get in it backwards Double platinum, that's a double murder when we slide, I just put a hit on a rapper Sneak dissin', before you know it you talkin' to God, and he tell you get in the casket Stack up the M's and spend all the odds, we takin' this shit to the maximum, yeah Must be outta your mind, you think we ain't spinnin' for bro, we spinnin' for sho Had a switch on me not a thirty-eight dummy, but we be spinnin' for ghost They pull up for sho, we spinnin' the cribs and traps for sho We spinnin' his shows and we took Ls for sho But in Chicago they know we winnin' for sho You do it for what, better not say that you do it for "** Them niggas be tucked, that nigga was fucked That moment he ran and he knew he ain't duck and his ass out of luck We do it for Von, we don't wait till it die down, we load up we do it tomorrow We do it on feet, ask all the opps about us or who say we shoot out the cars That Rolls better be bulletproof little nigga, you know we gon' shoot out them stars Them little bitches Za, I told 'em to fuck her and slut her and send her right back to the block Glock on switches Two of those when I ride through the city And we thought a nigga died but he didn't Two Glocks when you ride through Philly Turnin' up if you die in Philly Turnin' up if you die in Philly Turnin' up if you die in Philly Turnin' up if you die in Philly Anything close to a dub and a young nigga walk for a hundred, he damn near get caught Long as I send him the items, consider it bought I call the shots on the boss I'm ridin' with a semi Two of them, I can't die in my city Do a shootin', it ain't gotta be pretty Catch him out and we handle the business I ain't gettin' in no nigga business Thirty million my mind in the trenches still Fuck her good make a nigga not turn her out They got Brody on camera, he comin' home Run it up from a scale to a microphone Treat these hoes likes a motherfuckin' Nike store And you know he ain't there, why you hype him up? Anytime we out smokin', just pipe me up Never know the outcome so you try yo luck Get whateva you want when I'm tryna fuck Don't be tellin', nobody can't fuck with us Put the fo' in the pew with the fuckin' I should never depend on my fuckin' self Really need it if I ever ask for help I just know I'ma blow if it's life or death I made all them hoes, you ain't never left I'm way higher, I'm up in my altitude I was broke, I would go in an attitude Now you play with the kid, he embarrass you As a rider, no fear with no parachute With no parachute