Still

I'm givin' and takin' and gettin' it back

I'm pushin' and touchin, I'm flippin' them racks

You know I got money and bitches, that's facts

Send me that work and you know I'mma tax

Bitch, I got jewels on me

I pull up with tools on me

Like what you tryna do, homie

I got bitches tryna put they boobs on me

Gussepie belt and new designer shoes on me

You ain't really tryna make the news, homie

I ain't fuckin' with no new homies

I let bitches pull up for the crew, homie

Rosé bottles, henny, and like two homies

I'm just savin' that money and burnin' that gas

If she pull up on me, I'm bustin' her ass

Ain't savin' no hoes, no, they can't get a pass

I fuck on her first, but I didn't fuck her last

Was servin that dope in the back of that class

Got trash bags of gas, you got bags of that trash

I run off on plugs and come back like I'm Flash

I fuck on your bitch from the back, then I pass

I smoke on my dope and I sip from my flask

Got hundreds and thousands of ounces in bags

Got thousands of ounces in bags

Ion fuck with no fake, ****

And I only fuck with bout eight ****

We be riding round for this cake, ****

Still serve you that 8th, ****

Ion fuck with no fake, ****

And I only fuck with bout eight ****

We be riding round for this cake, ****

Still serve you that 8th, ****

Ion fuck with no fake, ****

And I only fuck with bout eight ****

We be riding round for this cake, ****

Still serve you that 8th, ****

Ion fuck with no fake, ****

And I only fuck with bout eight ****

We be riding round for this cake, ****

Still serve you that 8th, ****