Still Runnin

KJ what you got goin' on man

Let's go let's go yeah

Back of the Phantom to get me some head

Ain't got no purple

Then get me some red

Yeah woo

Young Nick Papz make it slap

N***a know I back out every time the pack out big boy straighten up offenders

I was in the trap house chillin' with the Mac out gang gang me

And my members

Gang gang

N***a we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here just glicks 'round here with extenders

Big boy

N***a don't take no pics 'round here everybody on parole s**t sensitive

I got the check fell in love with it

I got the neck for the hell of it

Money respect get a cullinan

Come to the lil' block like an elephant

I got the lil' Glock with a drum in it

We the ones they the ones cracking

Now forty-five-hundred my jacket they say I'm too rich to be strapping yeah ooh

Suicide doors on the Phantom it look like you gettin' in backwards

Double platinum that's a double murder when we slide

I just put a hit on a rapper

Sneak dissin' 'fore you know it you talkin' to God and

He tell you "Get in the casket

N***a get over there

Stack the M's and spin all the odds

We takin' this s**t to the maximum yeah

Must be out of your mind you think we ain't spinnin' for bro

Gang

We spinnin' fo' shog

Had a switch on me not a .38 dummy boy we be spinnin' for ghosts

Gang

They put up for shows we spinnin' the cribs and traps fo' shog

We spinnin' his shows

And we took L's fo' sho' but in Chicago they know we winnin' fo' shog

You do it for what

You better not say that you do it for d

Boom

Them n***as be tucked

That n***a was f**ked the moment he ran and he knew

He ain't ducking his a*s out of luck

We do it for Von we don't wait 'til it die down

We load and we do it tomorrow

We do it on feet ask all the opps about us and

Who say we shoot out the cars

That Rolls better be bulletproof lil' n***a you know

We gon' shoot at them stars

Them lil' b***hes ours I told him to f**k her and ** her

And send her right back to the blogs

Glock with a switch two of those and I ride through the city

We ride

And we thought a n***a died but he didn't

But he died

Two Glocks when you ride through philly

Let's get it

Tinted up if you dyin' in philly

You know we slide to philly

Tinted up if you dyin' in philly

Tinted up if you dyin' in philly

Yeah Baby

Anything close to a dub and a youngin'll walk for a hundred

He d**n near get caught

Long as I send him the items consider it bought

I call the shots I'm the boss

I'm ridin' with the semi

Two of them I can't die in my city

Do a shooting it ain't gotta be pretty

Catch him out and we handle the business

I ain't gettin' in no n***a business

Thirty million my mind in the trenches still

F**k her good make her n***a not turn her on

They got brodie on camera he comin' home

Run it up from a scale to a microphone

Treat Dior like a muhf**kin' Nike store

And you know he ain't that why you hype him up

Any time we have smoke it's just pipe me up

Never know the outcome 'til you try your luck

Get whatever you want when I'm tryna f**k

And we tellin' nobody can't f**k with us

Put the four in the P with the f**kin' F

I should never bring the pain on my f**kin' self

Really need it if I ever ask for help

I just know I'ma blow if it's life or death

I made all them h*es drink never left

I'm way higher I'm up in my altitude

I was broke I woke up with an attitude

Now you play with the kid he embarrass you

I jump right in the field with no parachute and one pair of shoes