Still Shootin

Hmm, you stupid boy

You stupid-ass bitch

Niggas gon' learn about this, nigga

(Stay with Vegas on the way)

Aye, hmm

Like you off some syrup, nigga, we'll lean a bitch (Lean a bitch)

Kill a nigga ass with manners, that's that Leeky shit (Rest up, Leek)

Hop up out that backseat, with that switch deletin' shit

Funds and guns, that's all I love, I ain't never need a bitch

I can never hate up on my team, we all eatin', bitch

'23, I had a run, that was my ball season, bitch

Playin' with me, now a bag on you, I got reasoning

Kill a nigga dead, I took his life, guess I'm a heathen then

Moved my mama from thе smoke, then it was on, and I went back

Wе curded on

Then went back home, and act like we don't know 'bout that

Niggas tryna play it foul, so we gon' smack your ho' 'bout that

You open up them type of doors, your sister or your bro get smacked

Aye, step on somethin'

Boy, pick up that strap, jump in that car and go and catch you one

All that fat mouthin' 62, your mouth gon' catch you one

Oh, you think you like that, huh? You think that you your daddy son

Boy, your daddy a ho', can't name a fuck thing that your daddy done

John, Ralo, Leek, they dissin' y'all, I'ma get every one

I want every soul, so every time, I'm gon' drop every fund

This shit won't stop until it's said and done (said and done)

Make your fuckin' mama cry, I'ma kill all these mama's sons (yeah)

They wan' see me tweak (nigga, fuck?)

But they don't know I really left shit in the street (yeah)

I'm buyin' out these guns, and all the bodies out like beef

Bitch, I'm known to get it poppin'

Won't no nigga play me like I'm fuckin' sweet (bitch)

Hit that street, bitch, they on they block, we jumpin' out on feet

Six shooters, bitch, we pull through they block, two cars deep (yeah)

Nigga said that he did what? Huh, hyperbole

They like, "Goddamn

Them niggas still 'round there shootin' for Leek" (bitch)

You damn right, bitch, this shit ain't over

I used to have a ninding, now I'm a four-nick toter

On back that thing, an SRT

That bitch look like a toaster (brrt, brrt, brrt)

Bread on him, nigga chose to loaf, so we gon' toast him (stupid)

Bitch, it's goin' down this way, B-ball, we cross him over

Bitch, we got that pack, we ball like Magic City, wholesale

Come through causin' wreckage

Mama should've named me Boulder

A baby Drac', a .308 take off a nigga shoulder

You stood right there when your mans got hit, he dyin', hold him

Lawn chair-ass nigga felt that chopper and fuckin' folded

Tellin' Lightt, hold Drac' with two hands 'cause he can't con—

(He can't een, like)

Fuck it, he can't control it (psych, bitch)

Psych, bitch, I'm lyin' (Bitch, I'm lyin')

Play with one of mine, we hop in cars and we go slide

If it's Ku' up on that drill, it's guaranteed a nigga die

Play with that RW, I make your fuckin' family cry

Let a nigga feel that switch, and then he turn to Peter

Huh, stupid-ass boy, a family guy

I poured grease on your bitch

And then I set the ho' on fire (Set that ho on fire)

And I ain't never backin' down

I'll fuckin' turn the city out (turn the city out)

Pussy

Stupid bitch

RW, nigga, Ku