Still Tippin Lyrics

Hoe call my phone tryna brag bout a nigga she had

You know that I'm keeping it playa

I got a nurse who gon put all the pints in the bag I mix it wit sprite for the flava

I told them young niggas go head call up they dad them pistols is not gonna save ya

Niggas be cappin in song like they came up from rags

Yo fam got mo bread then a baker

Yea

Nigga was broke had to get up and get it

They ain't know we got rich off of switches

I'm from da south but hold weight in the city

I'm most hated but I'm steady livin

Nigga talk crazy like he was gon pop-eyes

So we cut his head off like a chicken

Hoe tried to fuck wanna lock in like soul ties

So I double up rubber no feeling

I'm in da lab off of gas got me booted

Hoe in the back honey pack got ha tooted

Ridin wit racks if he buck ima shoot it

Keeping it tucked better stop allat movin

I tried to run off wit gas I pulled off to fast

How you miss what the fuck was you shootin

Niggas be walking wit sass and beggin for ass

So I see why you gettin no coochie

Niggas be green tryna wear purple jeans ain't nunna yall standing on business

Purple and green like da joker but u is a clown you niggas be wanna be menace

I cannot trip over niggas who rlly be fans yall hatin but all in my mentions

I cannot trip over niggas who wanna be gang but foldin when hearin they sentence

Her pussy fat got mo grip then a plier

My youngins crash pop more shi then a frier

I told dat hoe I was out wit my friends so now she tryna call me a lier

I got some hoes that I just be callin my friends but i fuck on them til I get tired

Hoe tried to set up the gang I gave her fake name and picked up da hoe in a slider

Niggas be hatin and bragin bout getting to bread like that wat u posed to do

Niggas is crazy talkin shi to g7 i told em that I will embarrass you

We shot at a niggas who mad bout a bitch now da hoe be feedin u chicken soup

I put the fire to a nigga who talkin that shit like nigga I might as well finish you

Gang

I'm sayin

We just be riding in whips like we take em

I told lil g pop da car it's moving to fast den send that hoe right down to Macon

I'm in CU off of gas I'm feeling real prime

You might as well call me osacin

Hoe tried to tell me the shit I be doin a crime

But ion got time for the wasting

Niggas be serving 3.5 and pouring up lines but niggas ain't making no dime

I told that hoe she was fine but she can't be mine

Cuz she got her ass online

She hit my phone like you tricking

I told her hell but I can still give da treat

You wanna play in my phone that cool but baby

Ima still charge you a fee

Damn