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Still
4,788
Hip-Hop/Rap
Still was released on May 18, 2018 by YSN Records, Inc. / EMPIRE as a part of the album No Hooks
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Release DateMay 18, 2018
LabelYSN Records, Inc. / EMPIRE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lud Foe
Lud Foe
Vocals
Kid Wond3r
Kid Wond3r
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Hullett
Bill Hullett
Songwriter
Anthony Beecham
Anthony Beecham
Songwriter
Willie Akins
Willie Akins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lionel Ritchie
Lionel Ritchie
Producer
Kid Wond3r
Kid Wond3r
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Back on that street shit, ****
[Verse 2]
Fuck, ****, I ain't really with that rap beef
I'm from where they clap heat, think this shit sweet?
My young **** off them pills, on that bullshit
My daddy told me never leave the house without a full clip
[Verse 3]
I heard **** dissing on my name 'cause I got some fame
Close range, bullets hit your face, it won't look the same
Snitching on your mans, hope you're wired up
We pop up with them Glocks, hit your block, leave it fired up
[Verse 4]
Run with the pigs, you get hog tied up
Have my mask on, left no evidence, fuck a lineup
Dope Ps say my dope strong, make they heart bust
Young ****, I got more cream than a Starbucks
[Verse 5]
Diamonds on my muthafuckin neck like a starburst
I'm a player, I could pimp a ho, make her heart hurt
Riding thirty inches Forgiatos, bitch we call 'em skrrts
Big bag on your little head, run off with that work
[Verse 6]
My bitch bad and she super rich and she got that work
Hit your block sideways, put this Bentley on the curb
We hit your block, broad day, a **** on the curb
This fuck **** trying to beef with me when he from the 'burbs
[Verse 7]
I still keep my steel, still off a pill
I'm still Lil' Will and I still do the drill
I don't drip, bitch, I spill, fuck, ****, what's the deal?
I never signed a deal, still worth a couple mil
[Verse 8]
Mom still praying for me 'cause her son in the field
Boy, you say that that's your man get in that jam, he gon' squeal
Got some young, hard **** and they ain't got no chill
I been flexing on these broke ****, tell me how you feel
[Verse 9]
In Miami running with the Haitians, bitch, we llama'd up
Hit the mall, fuck it up, bitch I'm comma'd up
You want beef like the DJ, bitch I'm drama'd up
We kick your door with duct tape, gift wrap your mama up
[Verse 10]
Why these **** hating on me, 'cause I'm styling?
I be wyling, my diamonds blue like an island
I be balling, these fuck ****, they be fouling
Pull up Ferrari, get bitches blush, they be smiling
[Verse 11]
Riding with this mac on the side of me
I'm trying to fight these demons inside of me
Muthafuck the judge 'cause I know she tired of me
You ain't no killer ****, who you trying to be?
[Verse 12]
I got this long nose .44, I call it Robo
Clown ass dissing in your raps, you's a bozo
We let these bullets fly, aim high, ****, duck low
My plug sell me drugs and I sell it by the boat load
[Verse 13]
My yellow bitch ass fat, and she got that work
Hit the club VIP, with my pistol in her purse
I'm the plug, I got what you need, what you wanna purch'?
Smoking weed, it ain't got no seeds, you been smoking dirt
[Verse 14]
At your barbecue, stakeout, I have my **** on alert
I remember hitting Frank's, now I'm taxing **** for a verse
Back in the day when I was broke, I woulda snatched a purse
I'm a loose screw, get a check like it was the first
[Verse 15]
Fuck a bitch, then I fuck her friend, you know I'm a flirt
Call my phone, I ain't pick it up, now her feelings hurt
Blowing strong, kush my cologne, I be smoking Earth
Them hollow tips demolish your bones, boy these bullets hurt
[Verse 16]
That's a porn star, she got on thongs, I like how she twerk
That's a foreign car, left, right that wheel, make it skrrt skrrt
Trapping out that bando, we got soft and hard work
I can't stop, made it to the top, it took hard work
[Verse 17]
Fuck, ****, do something, fix your face, ****
F N, pencil lead bullets, I'll erase ****
Alien, I be with them outer space killers
If you ain't talking about no money, won't conversate with you
[Verse 18]
We lawnmower, cut your grass if you a snake, ****
I'm Harpo, beat that pussy like I'm a slave, ****
Tomorrow, it ain't promised, I'm a today ****
And I fucked her, but I can't promise her I'ma stay with her
[Verse 19]
Locked up, got fucked up, he was brave ****
I'm a young ****, I'm not a rapper, bitch, I'm a grave digger
I'm a kingpin, I cruise in a Benz 'cause I'm a drug dealer
My Nina Ross, that bitch a boss, I bust a nut with her
Written by: Anthony Beecham, Bill Hullett
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