"Fuck You Still" lyrics

Uh
Yup
Yeah
Yeah
Jets
Nigga
Uh

And you heard that them jets came through in them Corvettes
Had the [?] up tempos
White yellow suede with the yellow checks
Started out collecting basketball cards, upper deck
Now I drive basketball cars, Spurs, word
Bout to be a rap on y'all herbs
Put an alkaseltzer tablet in the bread before I feed you to birds
Bitches think Spitta gon' spend the loot
They hopping 'round like cats on a hot tin roof
Hopped in coupes, hopped out, hopped in leers
Made the decisions that separated me from my peers
At first niggas thought I was tripping
Now they pipe-lining, trying to regain their position
Not a chance
Big dog need a big yard, lot of land
Big crib, me and Sosa had the same floor plans
Nigga couldn't catch up with both hands
Spitta nigga

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