Still Movin' (feat. Fivio Foreign & Jay Critch)

Yea, I like this one Ayo, Eli, what the fuck? (A Lau on the beat) I got the glock in the party, nigga move wrong, I'm bustin' the .40 Ride up in, then get a band to my shorty Popped his brain now any mind, I'm on it (what?) I give a nine for a ten-pack (uh) He missed the first time, spin back He'll blow it on peaker, call back Start the beat, gotta wait a minute (yea, for real) Then got it on rap (Haha), I came home from trappin' Hundred bricks, still movin' (yea) Bedrock (uh), I put the bitch in a headlock (uh) Most of my confidence dead stopped (uh, yea, look, uh) Lеt's do it (haha) The hardest niggas not stoppin' us, yea (nah) I'll go on thе run, but I'm too popular, look (look, uh) I'll go on the—, look, huh, yea (I'm too popular) Hop in a— (Skrrt), police behind us, them niggas not stoppin' us (nah) I'll go on the run, but I'm too popular (lil' bitch) We got like three or four glocks with us Get that feelin' we bringin' the mob with us I be low, 'cause they fiendin' to lock somethin' We sellin' Percs, when I wake 'em, I cop 'em up (yea) Uh (uh), yea (yea), can't find him We shootin' his father (boom) Uh (boom), yea (yea) Niggas'll die if they comin' to bother us (boom) Like, huh (yea), huh, you niggas don't know what you started up (nah) Huh, yea, only the drillers could get in the car with us (skrrt) She give me head when she comin' to V Back out the—, uh, and I cum on the seats I tell the driver "Don't look back, nigga It ain't nothin' to see" (Look, woo) Huh, yea (yea), I spend mad money on my feet (I did) Look, huh, yea, I spend mad money on my feet And I gotta ride with it under the seat (boom) Run up on me and you diamonds can peak (two) I'm in the crib with a couple of freaks And they stay on the bed, like they stuck to the sheets (hey) I ran it up, and I'm still the hood favorite I'm always showin' that love to the streets And you know brodie be stuck to the heat If he let it off, gon' up a degree (damn) Tell her bend over, she touch her knees (ayy) Give her dick and now she thinkin' 'bout it Niggas really pussy, when I think about it I just poured the sprite and now it's pink around it I came a long way, used to hit a stain Shit still crazy, when I think about it (yea) Oh, he think he tough, well, my shooter's crazy Nigga, don't you even go and blick around it (dirty, dirty) Water on me, like I'm sick of rhymin' (ayy) 'Member niggas tried to jump ship Well, let them niggas go and send around me Drop a bag, have a shooter side Go skate on 'em, at the rink around 'em Diamonds movin', like rope bounce Bad lil' bitch with her toes out She pull up and suck souls out (hey)