Still lyrics

OG Parker

Hoes that fold on me

A lot of bros that's told on me

I guess their true colors showed on me

It's the life I chose homie

Still walking 'round like a lick, still hundred thousand my wrist

Still putting on my shit, still having hoes in the six

Still having hoes that wasn't shit, still ridin' 'round with the stick

Still ridin' 'round with the zip, still ridin' 'round with the fifth

Still ridin' 'round with the killers, still in the trap

Still in the hood where it's good, still tryna stuff a backwood

Still out up to no good, still had to do what I could

Still gon' drop my drip, still gon' pop my trip

Still gon' keep shit real, still gon' pop my seal

I walk around in Buscemi, still got it locked in these streets

My daddy forgot I was breathing, still learned a lot from the streets

We had to trap, had to scheme, get that shit by any means

I'm having pointers on me, still make this shit winter and spring

Pull up in something, all these hoes fiend

Diamonds on me antifreeze, yeah, I might pipe up on the scene, yeah

She pull up in that new demon, her attitude mean, yeah

Had to turn nothing to something, the fuck do you mean, yeah

Niggas putting but they ain't doing shit

Fuck you putting on for if you ain't have shit?

I just want the wealth, nigga did it by myself

Can't no fuck nigga ever say they gave me shit

Only the real relate, I'm tryna fill my plate

Living every day like the sweepstakes, kinda like killing shit every day

Still walking 'round like a lick, still hundred thousand my wrist

Still putting on my shit, still having hoes in the six

Still having hoes that wasn't shit, still ridin' 'round with the stick

Still ridin' 'round with the zip, still ridin' 'round with the fifth

Still ridin' 'round with the killers, still in the trap

Still in the hood where it's good, still tryna stuff a backwood

Still out up to no good, still had to do what I could

Still gon' drop my drip, still gon' pop my trip

Still gon' keep shit real, still gon' pop my seal

Just take a deuce and pour a four like Kobe

I got the juice and now they act like they know me

Had to run up them bands all on my motherfuckin' lonely

Fuck what you sayin', you gotta motherfuckin' show me like

You deserve it

Treat the booth like the trap motherfucker, yeah I'm still serving

Thirsty hoes, yeah I'm just curving

Real fuck fake, this shit in you not on you

Pull up in something fast, fuck a lease, I'm the owner like

Beast mode, niggas know I go and divide my opponent

Still tryna get it 'cause I motherfuckin' want it

And I'm still out here trending while they motherfuckin' cloning like

Loyalty mean a lot to me

And these hoes, they still jocking me

I got bread so they flock to me

I might push up on her properly

Push up, push up

Still walking 'round like a lick, still hundred thousand my wrist

Still putting on my shit, still having hoes in the six

Still having hoes that wasn't shit, still ridin' 'round with the stick

Still ridin' 'round with the zip, still ridin' 'round with the fifth

Still ridin' 'round with the killers, still in the trap

Still in the hood where it's good, still tryna stuff a backwood

Still out up to no good, still had to do what I could

Still gon' drop my drip, still gon' pop my trip

Still gon' keep shit real, still gon' pop my seal