Still Runnin (Explicit)

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 get me some red
Yeah woo
Young Nick Papz make it slap
N***a 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
N***a we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here just glicks 'round here with extenders
Big boy
N***a don't take no pics 'round here everybody on parole s**t sensitive
I got the check fell in love with it
I got the neck for the hell of it
Money respect get a Cullinan
Come to the lil' block like an elephant
I got the lil' Glock with a drum in it
We the ones they the ones cracking
Now forty-five-hundred my jacket they say I'm too rich to be strapping yeah ooh
Suicide doors on the Phantom it look like you gettin' in 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"
N***a get over there
Stack the M's and spin all the odds
We takin' this s**t to the maximum yeah
Lil Durk：
Must be out of your mind you think we ain't spinnin' for bro
Gang
We spinnin' fo' sho'
Had a switch on me not a .38 dummy boy we be spinnin' for ghosts
Gang
They put up for shows we spinnin' the cribs and traps fo' sho'
We spinnin' his shows
And we took L's 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 D-
Boom
Them n***as be tucked
That n***a was f**ked the moment he ran and he knew
He ain't ducking his a*s out of luck
We do it for Von we don't wait 'til it die down
We load and we do it tomorrow
We do it on feet ask all the opps about us and
Who say we shoot out the cars
That Rolls better be bulletproof lil' n***a you know
We gon' shoot at them stars
Them lil' b***hes ours I told him to f**k 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 n***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
Lil Baby：
Yeah Baby
Anything close to a dub and a youngin'll walk for a hundred
He d**n 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 the 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 n***a business
Thirty million my mind in the trenches still
F**k her good make her n***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 muhf**kin' Nike store
And you know he ain't that why you hype him up
Any time we have smoke it's just pipe me up
Never know the outcome 'til you try your luck
Get whatever you want when I'm tryna f**k
And we tellin' nobody can't f**k with us
Put the four in the P with the f**kin' F
I should never bring the pain on my f**kin' 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 h*es 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