Still lyrics

[Intro]

Gang, gang, gang, gang!

Back on that street shit!

Free killa man, you know how I'm rockin

(Bow, bow, bow!)

Back on this street shit!

Bitch!

[Verse]

Fuck nigga I ain't really with that rap beef

I'm from where they clap heat, think this shit sweet?

My young niggas off them pills, on that bullshit

My daddy told me never leave the house without a full clip

I heard niggas dissing on my name, cuz I got some fame

Close range, bullets hit yo face, it won't look the same

Snitching on yo mans, heard you're wired up

We pop up with them Glocks, hit yo block, leave it fired up

Run with the pigs, you get hog tied up

Have my mask on, left no evidence, fuck a lineup

Dope P's, say my dope strong, make they heart buss

Young nigga, I got more cream than a Starbucks

Diamonds on my motherfucking neck like a starburst

I'm a player, I could pimp a hoe, make her heart hurt

Riding 30" forgiatos, bitch we call em skrts

Big bag on ya lil head, run off with that work

Bitch bad and she super thick, and she got that work

Hit ya block, sideways, put this Bentley on the curb

We hit ya block, Broad day, leave a nigga on the curb

Fuck nigga tryna beef with me, when he from the burbs

I still keep my steal, still off a pill

I'm still Lil Will, and I still do the drill

I don't drip bitch I spill

Fuck nigga what's the deal?

I never signed a deal, still worth a couple mill

Mom's still praying for me cuz her son in the field

Boy you say that that's yo mans, get in that jam, he gone squeal

Got some young hot niggas and they ain't got no chill

I been flexing on these broke niggas, tell me how you feel

In Miami running with the Haitans

Bitch we llama'd up

Hit the mall, fuck it up, bitch I'm comma'd up

You want beef, like the DJ, bitch I'm drama'd up

We kick ya door with duct tape, gift wrap ya mama up

Why these niggas hating on me? Cuz I'm styling

I be wilding, my diamonds blue like an island

I be balling, these fuck niggas, they be fouling

Pull up Ferrari, these bitches blush, they be smiling

Riding with this Mac on the side on me

I'm tryna fight these demons inside of me

Motherfuck the judge cuz I know she tired of me

You ain't a killer nigga who you tryna be

I got this long nose .44, I call it Robo

Clown ass, dissing in yo raps, you's a Bozo

We let these bullets fly, aim high, nigga duck low

My plug send me drugs, and I sell it by the boat load

My yellow bitch ass fat, and she got that work

Hit the club, VIP, with my pistol in her purse

I'm the plug, I got what you need, what you wanna purch'

Smoking weed, it ain't got no seeds, you be smoking dirt

Like a BBQ, stakeout, I have my niggas on alert

Remember hitting Frank's now I'm taxing niggas for a verse

Back in the day, when I was broke I would've snatched a purse

I'm a lose screw, get a check, like it was the first

Fuck a bitch, then I fuck her friend, you know I'm a flirt

Call my phone, I ain't pick it up, now her feelings hurt

I'm blowing strong, kush my cologne, I be smoking Earth

Them hollowtips demolish yo bones, boy these bullets hurt

Pornstar, she got on thongs, I like how she twerk

That's a foreign car, left right that wheel, make it SKRT SKRT

Trapping out that bando we got soft and hard work

I can't stop, made it to the top, it took hard work

Fuck nigga do something

Fix ya face nigga

FN, pencil led bullets, I'll erase niggas

Alien, I be when them outer space killas

If you ain't talking about no money won't conversate with ya

We lawnmower, cut your grass if you a snake nigga

I'm harpo, beat that pussy like I'm a slave nigga

Tomorrow, it ain't promised, I'm a today nigga

And I fucked her but I can't promise her I'ma stay with her

Lucked up, got fucked up, he was a brave nigga

I'm a young nigga, I'm not a rapper bitch I'm a grave digger

I'm a kingpin, I cruise in a Benz, cuz I'm a drug dealer

My Nina Ross, that bitch a boss, I buss a nut with her

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:No Hooks (2016)