"STILL HIM" lyrics
Sinner (Sinner)
Don't come around and sin for me (Sinner) (2S)
Don't come around and sin for me
Oh sinner, sinner, and you win
You ain't see the part when I was hitting licks to buy a meal
Mom was up the road, daddy couldn't even pay the bills
I don't know if I'm ever gon' get off of these prescription pills
I just popped it a minute ago, I'm waiting for something to feel
They like, "That boy shining, man, he lucked up and signed a deal"
Lucked up? Got me fucked up, I been doing this for fifteen years
Them motherfuckers that really know me, know me, they know what it is
Never had shit, so touch what I got and it'll get you killed
Don't really care about the fame, but I go where that money go
I don't really need these chains, man, I just like the way they glow
Snatch 'em if you wan,t but I keep something that'll snatch your soul
I got soul snatchers on my payroll, and they play they role
Still got brothers in the streets slinging dope, that's all they know
Praying that I make it, I don't wanna see 'em up the road
I'm from Florida where it's hot, but you could sled in all the snow
You could skate on all this ice, watch a junkie float a boat (Sinner)
Sometimes I check my bank account to make sure I ain't dreaming
I keep one in the head for pussies that be out here scheming (Don't come around and sin for me)
And if I fell off it wouldn't matter, these junkies fiending
The plug number in my phone, you better believe is ringing (Don't come around and sin for me)
And you can't even buy a Rollie if you clocking in (Ah)
Shit, I ain't hating, making money, dog, but I ain't him (Oh sinner, sinner)
I been in the shade for too long with my pockets slim
I'm tryna be the one with the ball hanging off the rim
Trend-setter, bitch, I made this cowboy hat look good (Yeah)
I'm the one that got 'em bumping country in the hood (Woo)
Magic City cowboy, I done made it flood (Yeah)
Country trap king, better get it understood (Yah)
Go back, bro? Big no, never that (Nope)
Go back, bro? Fuck no, run it back (Run it back)
Bring that smoke to my door — leave you on the welcome mat (Brr)
Stand-your-ground law, that's a free murder hat (Ha)
Man, I been retarded, seen the doctor, they can't fix my problem (Oh)
Like they ask my momma if she put lean in my baby bottle (Oh)
Something wrong with 'em Florida boys, it must be the fucking water (Huh, huh?)
I got diamonds in my teeth, I'm blinding bitches when I holler (Yeah)
Man, I had to get up out the Polk, cuh Grady going crazy (Crazy)
I woulda been a target, all that money that I'm making (Real)
I'm whipping a foreign, and I came from that Section 8 (Yeah)
So I know them pussy police will be motherfucking hating, huh (Boom)
I'm in a different tax bracket, I got a couple commas (Yeah)
You cool on Instagram and shit, but, man, look at your numbers (For real)
My streams going up and I ain't drop this fucking summer (Way up)
I gotta stick with a hundred, man, I should be a drummer (Yah)
These Cartier frames, I don't even need 'em, I can see
Might as well buy 'em, my daily limit a couple Gs (Beats)
My pockets thicker than happy hour at Applebee's (Beats)
She be your bitch forever, now she [?]
Yeah, I'm still him on beats
Don't come around and sin for me (Sinner) (2S)
Don't come around and sin for me
Oh sinner, sinner, and you win
You ain't see the part when I was hitting licks to buy a meal
Mom was up the road, daddy couldn't even pay the bills
I don't know if I'm ever gon' get off of these prescription pills
I just popped it a minute ago, I'm waiting for something to feel
They like, "That boy shining, man, he lucked up and signed a deal"
Lucked up? Got me fucked up, I been doing this for fifteen years
Them motherfuckers that really know me, know me, they know what it is
Never had shit, so touch what I got and it'll get you killed
Don't really care about the fame, but I go where that money go
I don't really need these chains, man, I just like the way they glow
Snatch 'em if you wan,t but I keep something that'll snatch your soul
I got soul snatchers on my payroll, and they play they role
Still got brothers in the streets slinging dope, that's all they know
Praying that I make it, I don't wanna see 'em up the road
I'm from Florida where it's hot, but you could sled in all the snow
You could skate on all this ice, watch a junkie float a boat (Sinner)
Sometimes I check my bank account to make sure I ain't dreaming
I keep one in the head for pussies that be out here scheming (Don't come around and sin for me)
And if I fell off it wouldn't matter, these junkies fiending
The plug number in my phone, you better believe is ringing (Don't come around and sin for me)
And you can't even buy a Rollie if you clocking in (Ah)
Shit, I ain't hating, making money, dog, but I ain't him (Oh sinner, sinner)
I been in the shade for too long with my pockets slim
I'm tryna be the one with the ball hanging off the rim
Trend-setter, bitch, I made this cowboy hat look good (Yeah)
I'm the one that got 'em bumping country in the hood (Woo)
Magic City cowboy, I done made it flood (Yeah)
Country trap king, better get it understood (Yah)
Go back, bro? Big no, never that (Nope)
Go back, bro? Fuck no, run it back (Run it back)
Bring that smoke to my door — leave you on the welcome mat (Brr)
Stand-your-ground law, that's a free murder hat (Ha)
Man, I been retarded, seen the doctor, they can't fix my problem (Oh)
Like they ask my momma if she put lean in my baby bottle (Oh)
Something wrong with 'em Florida boys, it must be the fucking water (Huh, huh?)
I got diamonds in my teeth, I'm blinding bitches when I holler (Yeah)
Man, I had to get up out the Polk, cuh Grady going crazy (Crazy)
I woulda been a target, all that money that I'm making (Real)
I'm whipping a foreign, and I came from that Section 8 (Yeah)
So I know them pussy police will be motherfucking hating, huh (Boom)
I'm in a different tax bracket, I got a couple commas (Yeah)
You cool on Instagram and shit, but, man, look at your numbers (For real)
My streams going up and I ain't drop this fucking summer (Way up)
I gotta stick with a hundred, man, I should be a drummer (Yah)
These Cartier frames, I don't even need 'em, I can see
Might as well buy 'em, my daily limit a couple Gs (Beats)
My pockets thicker than happy hour at Applebee's (Beats)
She be your bitch forever, now she [?]
Yeah, I'm still him on beats
Thanks to CrazyDustyH for correcting these lyrics.
