"Still Killed It" lyrics
I ain't moving if it ain't about no check
I'm on straight business I'm fucking this little hoe from the back
Bitch I got her legs lifting
Boy I love these hoes but I hate bitches
Cuh tryna make sure every shot hit
Little brodie hate switches
Cuh playing with brown off the wake up I ain't talkin like K Cups
Choppa do you just like Michael Jackson
Lift your face up
Been steppin since a jit pussy come get laced up
That boy crashin off the fetty
He been poppin fake stuff
Every day feel like I'm dreamin'
Pray that I don't wake up
I don't like to speak too much
So sometimes I don't say enough
Got a bitch the color Hershey's
Lamb color cool whip
Baby catchin' attitude
Who you gettin' rude with
She sound actin' childish
Baby I'm a cool kid I just copped a cool kit
ARP with cooler kit
I be with them vultures and snakes wrist since I'm late
Frosted Flakes
Baguettes in the face
Both the watches busted down cause I ain't got no time to waste
Ain't nothin but pape on my mind today
I ain't tryna waste my time today
I ain't even finna call bro today I'm tryna let my time fly
Boy I was piped out on them bars but you ain't got no wifi
Bunky in here smoking twac stankin finna slap him down
Van Sprinter big as hell looks something like a bright line
I got dog shit with me like I stay with Greyhound's
We will kidnap your lil cousin keep his ass off the playground
That boy and mama sellin' pussy right there by the Super 8
And drop a hundred have her in here ass up face down
I switch off on a widebody and see how a Wraith sound
That lil' pussy got nothin' live bitch I might go eight rounds
Still kilt it yeah
When it's smoke ain't throwin' in no flare I'm tryna take it far
Bitch go walk right through they hood was spinnin' before we had a car
Told myself everything I knew I ain't never had a father shit I did
But he had kicked me out then had me to pay his mortgage
They say I changed up shit just got a little different I ain't normal
Got a new bitch and she gorgeous every hotel top floor
I'm high as fuck like I saw her she in here eatin' my dick for 30 minutes got her jaw sore
Don't be mad about these hoes boy that is not yours
You made your bed you gotta sleep in it these is not chores
Uh-uh yeah uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh
10 millicrisps vet you might hear the glock roar
Pussy boy you not hard we'll knock your block off
And I know ya with a flame on me just like some hot sauce
I got all the J's rockin' I ain't talkin bout top dog
Bitch tryna eat me up on stage that's how she get her rocks off
She talkin bout I fuck her in her face I might just fuck her jaw off
Better not be pump fakin' gang gon' pull up with that sawed off
I got these diamond blangin in my mouth look like Paul Wall
Ever since my brother died I say I slide to the Lord call me
She keep givin' me them highs I might just take your whore off
I'm on straight business I'm fucking this little hoe from the back
Bitch I got her legs lifting
Boy I love these hoes but I hate bitches
Cuh tryna make sure every shot hit
Little brodie hate switches
Cuh playing with brown off the wake up I ain't talkin like K Cups
Choppa do you just like Michael Jackson
Lift your face up
Been steppin since a jit pussy come get laced up
That boy crashin off the fetty
He been poppin fake stuff
Every day feel like I'm dreamin'
Pray that I don't wake up
I don't like to speak too much
So sometimes I don't say enough
Got a bitch the color Hershey's
Lamb color cool whip
Baby catchin' attitude
Who you gettin' rude with
She sound actin' childish
Baby I'm a cool kid I just copped a cool kit
ARP with cooler kit
I be with them vultures and snakes wrist since I'm late
Frosted Flakes
Baguettes in the face
Both the watches busted down cause I ain't got no time to waste
Ain't nothin but pape on my mind today
I ain't tryna waste my time today
I ain't even finna call bro today I'm tryna let my time fly
Boy I was piped out on them bars but you ain't got no wifi
Bunky in here smoking twac stankin finna slap him down
Van Sprinter big as hell looks something like a bright line
I got dog shit with me like I stay with Greyhound's
We will kidnap your lil cousin keep his ass off the playground
That boy and mama sellin' pussy right there by the Super 8
And drop a hundred have her in here ass up face down
I switch off on a widebody and see how a Wraith sound
That lil' pussy got nothin' live bitch I might go eight rounds
Still kilt it yeah
When it's smoke ain't throwin' in no flare I'm tryna take it far
Bitch go walk right through they hood was spinnin' before we had a car
Told myself everything I knew I ain't never had a father shit I did
But he had kicked me out then had me to pay his mortgage
They say I changed up shit just got a little different I ain't normal
Got a new bitch and she gorgeous every hotel top floor
I'm high as fuck like I saw her she in here eatin' my dick for 30 minutes got her jaw sore
Don't be mad about these hoes boy that is not yours
You made your bed you gotta sleep in it these is not chores
Uh-uh yeah uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh
10 millicrisps vet you might hear the glock roar
Pussy boy you not hard we'll knock your block off
And I know ya with a flame on me just like some hot sauce
I got all the J's rockin' I ain't talkin bout top dog
Bitch tryna eat me up on stage that's how she get her rocks off
She talkin bout I fuck her in her face I might just fuck her jaw off
Better not be pump fakin' gang gon' pull up with that sawed off
I got these diamond blangin in my mouth look like Paul Wall
Ever since my brother died I say I slide to the Lord call me
She keep givin' me them highs I might just take your whore off
