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 give me some red (Yeah, woo)

Yo Nick Papz, make it slap

****, 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)

****, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here, just Glicks 'round here with extenders (Big boy)

****, don't take no pics 'round here, everybody on parole, shit sensitive

I got a check, fell in love with it

I got the neck for the hell of it

Money, respect, get a Cullinan

Come down the lil' block like a elephant

I got the lil' Glock with the drum in it

We the ones, they the ones cracking

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

Suicide doors on the Phantom, it look like you get in it 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" (****, get over there)

Stack up the M's and spend all the odds, we takin' this shit to the maximum, yeah

Must be outta your mind, you think we ain't spinnin' for bro, we spinnin' for sho (Gang, yeah)

Had a switch on me, not a .38, dummy, but we be spinnin' for ghost (Gang)

They pull up for sho, we spinnin' the cribs and traps, fo' sho

We spinnin' his shows and we took Ls, fo' sho

But in Chicago, they know we winnin', fo' sho

You do it for what? You better not say that you do it for ****

Them **** be tucked, that **** was fucked

The moment he ran and he knew he ain't ducking and his ass out of luck

We do it for Von, we don't wait till it die down, we load and we do it tomorrow

We do it on feet, ask all the opps about us or who say we shoot out the cars

That Rolls better be bulletproof, lil' ****, you know we gon' shoot at them stars

Them lil' bitches ours, I told him to fuck her and slut 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 **** 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 damn 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 a 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 **** business

Thirty million, my mind in the trenches still

Fuck her good, make 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 muhfuckin' Nike store

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

Anytime we have smoke, it's just pipe me up

Never know the outcome till you try your luck

Get whatever you want when I'm tryna fuck

And we tellin' nobody can't fuck with us

Put the four in the P with the fuckin' F

I should never bring the pain on my fuckin' 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 hoes 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