Still Sippin

Just me and my ****

Don't hang with no rooks, play with us, you cooked, no bap, I hang with them killers

His first time in some fast shit, they really be splattin' shit

Now he can't take no pictures (You aren't even a cool breeze for my Taz)

Her and her friends popped out, they tryna get lit off weed, pills and all the liquor

You gotta catch you B or walk down on the opps to tell me that you is that ****

I'm on IG lookin' all through her story and highlights, damn, her ass gettin' thicker

Claimin' that he is a member, bounce out, we'll get him, .62s what he ate for dinner

Nah, we ain't joy ridin', we eithеr robbin' or slidin' to catch him in that blender

Man, I can tell hе goofy, he doin' all that shit for the hoes on Insta

I can really fuck his bitch, but I don't really want that ho, her **** too tender, uh

Ask the block, I rap and send out shots, talk hot shit and they spinnin'

Spin out SRTs, big .223s, blue tips jumped out and bit him

Hoss had killed my brother, I told his OG, "Don't cry, we gon' kill him"

We had went and slide, and now I'm mad, the four-nick' damn near hit him

On the block goin' live with choppers out, them hot cars, we gon' flip 'em

Hoes think that we rich, we ridin' fast, ProPAD, bae, we still 'em

Bitch, we still spinnin'

It's three o'clock, my little ass still ain't sleep and I'm still sippin'

Tryna call a bitch that I can lay up with, my bitch been trippin'

She can leave and do what she wanna do, I ain't mad 'cause I been pimpin'

Ain't no gettin' away, pull right on the side of his ass, I see him limpin'

They know how we get, just spin and don't talk shit, they ask what block we flippin'

On them hits, we catch one, then he done, get up, that chopper spittin'

Hop out tossin' shells, it's time slide, more shots 'cause I'm still blickin'

Mm, bitch, we get with it

Who want smoke with us? Like Nardo said, Glocks out, shit get wicked

We ain't got no dreads, okay, that's cool, still hop out, tap his fitted

Opps mad, textin' in they GC, they hoes tryna kick it

Lyin' to her friends, she can't hide that shit, I know I hit it

Moved 'em out the crib, but I can't say too much, they don't know who did it

This bitch think she grown, tryna get drunk, throwin' up, bitch, know your limit

We like ridin' strikers, SRTs and better know that it's tinted

Bitch, I get wild

You with my opps and think you won't get touched, man, switch the crowd

They know who I'm with, if Drench don't like your ass, then you get drowned

We still play with .9s, but pop out with ten milli' and that bitch loud

Uh, bitch, we still spinnin'

It's three o'clock, my little ass still ain't sleep and I'm still sippin'

Tryna call a bitch that I can lay up with, my bitch been trippin'

She can leave and do what she wanna do, I ain't mad 'cause I be pimpin'

Ain't no gettin' away, pull right on the side of his ass, I see him limpin'

They know how we get, just spin and don't talk shit, they ask what block we flippin'

On them hits, if we catch one, he done, get up, that chopper spittin'

Hop out tossin' shells, it's time to leave, more shots 'cause I'm still blickin'