Still Gittin
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Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
I could run through the cash like it really ain't nothin'
Paper cuts on my hand, throw me through these blue hun'eds
Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
I'm a pull up on your block in that Europe
Put up twenty thousand for that two-door
Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
Whole lot of money in this bitch right now
I'm the shit right now
Loadin' up the motherfuckin' clip right now
You could get chipped right now
Broke back then, but I'm rich right now
So, broke nigga, keep quiet, pipe down
We don't want to hear not a motherfuckin' sound
Lil' nigga, can't you see it's goin' down?
Pull up in that California 'Rari like, 'Skrr'
Or better yet, I pull up in that brand new Porsche like, 'Skrr'
Then it be right on the curb
Tell me what you heard 'bout a nigga
Whole lot of guap, that's the word 'bout a nigga
Buy a new crib, sorry 'bout it, nigga
As far as haters' conversations, I ain't worried 'bout it, nigga
I just did fifty K, tell my dealer
Reach for these diamonds, get that real good of your medulla
These bitches want to ride on my digit like a hoop
I just want some brain in this bitch, I need a tutor
Even though I got a ripe cheque, I'm still wit' them shooters
Been wit' them since day one, them boys don't play none
I got my change up, still I ain't changed none, fuck y'all niggas
Fuck all the rumors and what they assume
I've been the trillest in the room
Lately, a nigga flow so in tune
I'm shootin' out rocks from the moon
I'm worth my weight in Cuban links of gold
Fuck them and they silver spoons
I got soldiers down to die for my car
Shout-out my squadron and my platoon
Ho-niggas been afraid, bitch, I'm a renegade
Run keys and Ps up the interstate
I eeny, meeny lames, you could die any day
We never fucked wit' you, anyway
These niggas fabricate
I'm rockin' foreign fabrics, rap 'bout cash that I really make
I done made history
Know if they mention me, I got them hits like I'm Willie Mays
I supply my hood wit' choppers
If we spot a op, we'll give him a quick trip to the doctor
Brazy like Mad Max in Shottas
Murder, no, Biggie ain't askin' who shot you
I have your whole family dressed up in suits like Sinatra
This shit ain't new to me
Ain't no ten, shout-out to Eulogy
Your or me, you gon' die first just cause you're of no use to me
You should be tryin' to get money, not tryin' my gangsta
Lil' brah, that there is a silly decision
We shoot wit' aim and precision
All of that talkin' gon' end and you no longer livin', my nigga
See, this what this shit about, my nigga, whole lot of money
Shit on you hatin'-ass niggas, five mill up
I could run through the cash like it really ain't nothin'
Paper cuts on my hand, throw me through these blue hun'eds
Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
I'm a pull up on your block in that Europe
Put up twenty thousand for that two-door
Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
Whole lot of money in this bitch right now
I'm the shit right now
Loadin' up the motherfuckin' clip right now
You could get chipped right now
Broke back then, but I'm rich right now
So, broke nigga, keep quiet, pipe down
We don't want to hear not a motherfuckin' sound
Lil' nigga, can't you see it's goin' down?
Pull up in that California 'Rari like, 'Skrr'
Or better yet, I pull up in that brand new Porsche like, 'Skrr'
Then it be right on the curb
Tell me what you heard 'bout a nigga
Whole lot of guap, that's the word 'bout a nigga
Buy a new crib, sorry 'bout it, nigga
As far as haters' conversations, I ain't worried 'bout it, nigga
I just did fifty K, tell my dealer
Reach for these diamonds, get that real good of your medulla
These bitches want to ride on my digit like a hoop
I just want some brain in this bitch, I need a tutor
Even though I got a ripe cheque, I'm still wit' them shooters
Been wit' them since day one, them boys don't play none
I got my change up, still I ain't changed none, fuck y'all niggas
Fuck all the rumors and what they assume
I've been the trillest in the room
Lately, a nigga flow so in tune
I'm shootin' out rocks from the moon
I'm worth my weight in Cuban links of gold
Fuck them and they silver spoons
I got soldiers down to die for my car
Shout-out my squadron and my platoon
Ho-niggas been afraid, bitch, I'm a renegade
Run keys and Ps up the interstate
I eeny, meeny lames, you could die any day
We never fucked wit' you, anyway
These niggas fabricate
I'm rockin' foreign fabrics, rap 'bout cash that I really make
I done made history
Know if they mention me, I got them hits like I'm Willie Mays
I supply my hood wit' choppers
If we spot a op, we'll give him a quick trip to the doctor
Brazy like Mad Max in Shottas
Murder, no, Biggie ain't askin' who shot you
I have your whole family dressed up in suits like Sinatra
This shit ain't new to me
Ain't no ten, shout-out to Eulogy
Your or me, you gon' die first just cause you're of no use to me
You should be tryin' to get money, not tryin' my gangsta
Lil' brah, that there is a silly decision
We shoot wit' aim and precision
All of that talkin' gon' end and you no longer livin', my nigga
See, this what this shit about, my nigga, whole lot of money
Shit on you hatin'-ass niggas, five mill up
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.73] Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
[00:22.30] I could run through the cash like it really ain't nothin'
[00:26.02] Paper cuts on my hand, throw me through these blue hun'eds
[00:30.13] Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
[00:35.74] I'm a pull up on your block in that Europe
[00:40.74] Put up twenty thousand for that two-door
[00:45.11] Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
[00:48.66] Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
[00:53.78] Whole lot of money in this bitch right now
[00:57.26] I'm the shit right now
[00:59.99] Loadin' up the motherfuckin' clip right now
[01:02.67] You could get chipped right now
[01:04.75] Broke back then, but I'm rich right now
[01:07.18] So, broke nigga, keep quiet, pipe down
[01:09.35] We don't want to hear not a motherfuckin' sound
[01:11.82] Lil' nigga, can't you see it's goin' down?
[01:14.12] Pull up in that California 'Rari like, 'Skrr'
[01:17.39] Or better yet, I pull up in that brand new Porsche like, 'Skrr'
[01:21.78] Then it be right on the curb
[01:23.64] Tell me what you heard 'bout a nigga
[01:25.66] Whole lot of guap, that's the word 'bout a nigga
[01:27.75] Buy a new crib, sorry 'bout it, nigga
[01:29.94] As far as haters' conversations, I ain't worried 'bout it, nigga
[01:32.50] I just did fifty K, tell my dealer
[01:34.46] Reach for these diamonds, get that real good of your medulla
[01:36.61] These bitches want to ride on my digit like a hoop
[01:39.07] I just want some brain in this bitch, I need a tutor
[01:41.33] Even though I got a ripe cheque, I'm still wit' them shooters
[01:43.88] Been wit' them since day one, them boys don't play none
[01:46.11] I got my change up, still I ain't changed none, fuck y'all niggas
[02:27.34] Fuck all the rumors and what they assume
[02:32.52] I've been the trillest in the room
[02:34.71] Lately, a nigga flow so in tune
[02:37.26] I'm shootin' out rocks from the moon
[02:39.46] I'm worth my weight in Cuban links of gold
[02:41.95] Fuck them and they silver spoons
[02:44.11] I got soldiers down to die for my car
[02:46.47] Shout-out my squadron and my platoon
[02:48.52] Ho-niggas been afraid, bitch, I'm a renegade
[02:51.39] Run keys and Ps up the interstate
[02:53.03] I eeny, meeny lames, you could die any day
[02:55.12] We never fucked wit' you, anyway
[02:57.47] These niggas fabricate
[02:59.49] I'm rockin' foreign fabrics, rap 'bout cash that I really make
[03:02.80] I done made history
[03:04.11] Know if they mention me, I got them hits like I'm Willie Mays
[03:07.32] I supply my hood wit' choppers
[03:09.12] If we spot a op, we'll give him a quick trip to the doctor
[03:12.00] Brazy like Mad Max in Shottas
[03:13.99] Murder, no, Biggie ain't askin' who shot you
[03:16.36] I have your whole family dressed up in suits like Sinatra
[03:19.16] This shit ain't new to me
[03:20.54] Ain't no ten, shout-out to Eulogy
[03:22.21] Your or me, you gon' die first just cause you're of no use to me
[03:24.27] You should be tryin' to get money, not tryin' my gangsta
[03:26.81] Lil' brah, that there is a silly decision
[03:29.32] We shoot wit' aim and precision
[03:30.94] All of that talkin' gon' end and you no longer livin', my nigga
[03:35.64] See, this what this shit about, my nigga, whole lot of money
[03:40.11] Shit on you hatin'-ass niggas, five mill up
[04:15.55]
[00:22.30] I could run through the cash like it really ain't nothin'
[00:26.02] Paper cuts on my hand, throw me through these blue hun'eds
[00:30.13] Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
[00:35.74] I'm a pull up on your block in that Europe
[00:40.74] Put up twenty thousand for that two-door
[00:45.11] Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
[00:48.66] Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
[00:53.78] Whole lot of money in this bitch right now
[00:57.26] I'm the shit right now
[00:59.99] Loadin' up the motherfuckin' clip right now
[01:02.67] You could get chipped right now
[01:04.75] Broke back then, but I'm rich right now
[01:07.18] So, broke nigga, keep quiet, pipe down
[01:09.35] We don't want to hear not a motherfuckin' sound
[01:11.82] Lil' nigga, can't you see it's goin' down?
[01:14.12] Pull up in that California 'Rari like, 'Skrr'
[01:17.39] Or better yet, I pull up in that brand new Porsche like, 'Skrr'
[01:21.78] Then it be right on the curb
[01:23.64] Tell me what you heard 'bout a nigga
[01:25.66] Whole lot of guap, that's the word 'bout a nigga
[01:27.75] Buy a new crib, sorry 'bout it, nigga
[01:29.94] As far as haters' conversations, I ain't worried 'bout it, nigga
[01:32.50] I just did fifty K, tell my dealer
[01:34.46] Reach for these diamonds, get that real good of your medulla
[01:36.61] These bitches want to ride on my digit like a hoop
[01:39.07] I just want some brain in this bitch, I need a tutor
[01:41.33] Even though I got a ripe cheque, I'm still wit' them shooters
[01:43.88] Been wit' them since day one, them boys don't play none
[01:46.11] I got my change up, still I ain't changed none, fuck y'all niggas
[02:27.34] Fuck all the rumors and what they assume
[02:32.52] I've been the trillest in the room
[02:34.71] Lately, a nigga flow so in tune
[02:37.26] I'm shootin' out rocks from the moon
[02:39.46] I'm worth my weight in Cuban links of gold
[02:41.95] Fuck them and they silver spoons
[02:44.11] I got soldiers down to die for my car
[02:46.47] Shout-out my squadron and my platoon
[02:48.52] Ho-niggas been afraid, bitch, I'm a renegade
[02:51.39] Run keys and Ps up the interstate
[02:53.03] I eeny, meeny lames, you could die any day
[02:55.12] We never fucked wit' you, anyway
[02:57.47] These niggas fabricate
[02:59.49] I'm rockin' foreign fabrics, rap 'bout cash that I really make
[03:02.80] I done made history
[03:04.11] Know if they mention me, I got them hits like I'm Willie Mays
[03:07.32] I supply my hood wit' choppers
[03:09.12] If we spot a op, we'll give him a quick trip to the doctor
[03:12.00] Brazy like Mad Max in Shottas
[03:13.99] Murder, no, Biggie ain't askin' who shot you
[03:16.36] I have your whole family dressed up in suits like Sinatra
[03:19.16] This shit ain't new to me
[03:20.54] Ain't no ten, shout-out to Eulogy
[03:22.21] Your or me, you gon' die first just cause you're of no use to me
[03:24.27] You should be tryin' to get money, not tryin' my gangsta
[03:26.81] Lil' brah, that there is a silly decision
[03:29.32] We shoot wit' aim and precision
[03:30.94] All of that talkin' gon' end and you no longer livin', my nigga
[03:35.64] See, this what this shit about, my nigga, whole lot of money
[03:40.11] Shit on you hatin'-ass niggas, five mill up
[04:15.55]