Still Got It

Aw yeah Aw yeah Aw yeah Aw yeah Aw yeah Still swangin' when I'm sipping Like my drank how I like my women Dark and thicc She like they way the candy paint drip when the lights hit it And my rims sitting higher than Bushwicc Bill in this bitch Cracc a seal and then sip Eyes low I know I'm feeling this shit Know I'm killing this bitch when I'm in it from the bacc Put the dicc up in her ribs Make her wanna have kids No way Flip her ass over Leave em on her face Send her on her way Damn No miss thang you cannot stay Ain't worried bout pussy Only worried bout paper Knocking at the door It's the neighbors What's louder The weed or the ladies Keep my feet to the pavement Keep the keys to the basics Talkin P's Couple pounds and pints of the lean like Ohhhhh Pour me up a 8 Give my cup a shake Mix it slow Baccwood to the face Light it up When I'm feeling low Oh that was yo lady My bad brody Ay I didn't know If you really love her Don't checc me my nigga Checc ya hoe But these young niggas still catching feelings I'm still playing my position Killin' niggas Not a witness I'm different Man these niggas don't get it Got me sicc Feelin all alone in this shit so I Pour me up a 8 Give my cup a shake Sip it slow Baccwood to the face I ain't passing nigga Get ya own Still got drank Still got tree Still got them pills Nigga what you need Still got work and we serving all fiends Still got first on these hoes What you mean You know I (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) Still got drank Still got tree Still got them pills Nigga what you need Still got work and we serving all fiends Still got first on these hoes What you mean You know I (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) Pour me up a 8 Give my cup a shake Mix it slow Baccwood to the face Light it up when I'm feeling low Pour me up a 8 Give my cup a shake Sip it slow Baccwood to the face I ain't passing nigga Get ya own Still coming thru the window Still fuccin wit the kiccdoor kids Nigga get low When them shots fire Errybody getting hit Throw shots bacc Niggas ain't on shit Right hand on grip Left hand don't slip My aim don't miss That thang gon hit This man won't live thru the night Lord I know that I ain't right But these niggas still hate my ass wit a passion Hand on the wheel Man these niggas jus gassed up Talkin bout next up Right now you getting passed up Right now ya broke You ain't tryna get dough You bad lucc You mad bruh Bacc in the day niggas thought they passed us Til we seen em at the light and all that I could do was laugh But if you think about it Shit is jus sad bruh I'm 21 and a CEO Couldn't fucc wit me before Went from slanging in the cold Now I'm 8047 wit Dro Fucc them niggas Know I said it before Fucc them niggas Know I said it before But I jus Pour me up a 8 Give my cup a shake Sip it slow Baccwood to the face I ain't passin nigga Get ya own Still got drank Still got tree Still got them pills Nigga what you need Still got work and we serving all fiends Still got first on these hoes What you mean You know I (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) Still got drank Still got tree Still got them pills Nigga what you need Still got work and we serving all fiends Still got first on these hoes What you mean You know I (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) (Still got it) Pour me up a 8 Give my cup a shake Mix it slow Baccwood to the face Light it up when I'm feeling low Pour me up a 8 Give my cup a shake Sip it slow Baccwood to the face I ain't passing nigga Get ya own