Lyrics:
When I die tear my stillhouse down
Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
Don't leave no trace of the hiding place
Where I made that evil stuff
Wake up wake up darling Corey
What makes you sleep so sound
The revenue officers are coming
They're gonna tear your still-house down.
Well
[Chorus]
When I die tear my stillhouse down
Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
Don't leave no trace of the hiding place
Where I made that evil
Of milk for him that been left out
Lanterns rattled with the wind
Throwing shadows against her house
On the road round stillhouse lake
To the bedroom where
New Ferrari, yeah, I'm up now
Plus I own the liquor company and my cut now
Stillhouse, that's what's up now
It's really no limit, 'cause I don't
when I'm bent, off Stillhouse
I was in Dallas, Texas full of plays so I pulled the stack out
Went from sweatin' the blade, now the stu' is the trap
Every night I see you climbing down the stillhouse stairs
As graceless as the hollow carcass of the Yankee Flyer
The seven hands of heaven scratching
Wake up, wake up, Darlin' Corey
What makes you sleep so sound
The revenue officers are coming
They're fonna tear your still-house down
Well
stash for my show, yeah, yeah
New Ferrari, yeah, I'm up now
Plus I own the liquor company and my cut now
Stillhouse, that's what's up now
It's really
on a picture
She call it fame pullin' up in that exotic
She feel like she gotta steal be for real
She ain't kiddin' like she on a pill
Sippin' Stillhouse, my
Oooooooooooooo
Oooooooooooooo
One last dance
Is the last you'd ask of me
Remember that night
Stillhouse thoughts
But you couldn't get
Them out of me
beef
If you're sending shots at me, make it Louis Thirteen
Came up from the dirt clean to a hater's worst dream
But this brick house, this Stillhouse
drinking Stillhouses by the red cup
I count a million cash, then say "Bless up"
I'm poppin' right now, fuck a next up (ayy)
I don't know, it just came
on Versace sofas
Immerse south of Paris, puttin' work in
YSL corporate at my show, fuck a Birkin
Stillhouse, pourin' heavy, sippin' my own Bourbon
G-Eazy,
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