Still Runnin
(专辑: The Voice Of The Heroes - 2021)
(KJ what you got going on man) Back of the
phantom to get me side head Ain't got no purple then give me some red, yeah (Yo Nick Papz, make it slap) Nigga know I
back out every time the
pack out, big boy scraping up fenders I
was in the
trap house chilling with the
Mac out, gang gang, me and my members Nigga, we ain't toting no sticks 'round here, just Glicks 'round here with extenders Nigga, don't take no pics 'round here everybody on parole shit censored I
got a
check, fell in love with it I
got the
neck for the
hell of it Money, respect, get the
Cullinan Come down the
lil' block like a
elephant I
got the
lil' Glock with the
drum in it We don't want them to know what's cracking I
4500 my jacket, they say I'm too rich to be strapping, yeah Suicide doors in the
Phantom, it looks 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 dissing, before you know it you talking to God, and he tell you get in the
casket Stack up the
M's and spend all the
odds, we taking this shit to the
maximum, yeah Must be outta your mind, you think we ain't spinning for bro, we spinning for sho Had a
switch on me not a
thirty-eight dummy, but we be spinning for ghost They pull up for sho, we spinning the
cribs and traps for sho We spinning his shows and we took Ls for sho But in Chicago they know we winning for sho You do it for what, better not say that you do it for **** Them niggas be tucked, that nigga was fucked That moment he ran and he knew he ain't duck and his ass out of luck We do it for Von, we don't wait till it die down, we load up 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 little nigga, you know we gon' shoot out them stars Them little bitches Za, I
told 'em to fuck her and slut her and send her right back to the
block Glock on switches Two of those when I
ride through the
city And we thought a
nigga died but he didn't Two Glocks when you ride through Philly Turning up if you die in Philly Turning up if you die in Philly Turning up if you die in Philly Anything close to a
dub and a
young nigga walk for a
hundred, he damn near get caught Long as I
send him the
items, consider it bought I
call the
shots on the
boss I'm riding 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 getting in no nigga business Thirty million my mind in the
trenches still Fuck her good make a
nigga not turn her out They got Brody on camera, he coming home Run it up from a
scale to a
microphone Treat these hoes likes a
motherfucking Nike store And you know he ain't there, why you hype him up? Anytime we out smoking, just pipe me up Never know the
outcome so you try yo luck Get whateva you want when I'm tryna fuck Don't be telling, nobody can't fuck with us Put the
fo' in the
pew with the
fucking I
should never depend on my fucking 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, you ain't never left I'm way higher, I'm up in my altitude I
was broke, I
would go in an attitude Now you play with the
kid, he embarrass you As a
rider, no fear with no parachute With no parachute