Still Runnin

歌手: Lil Baby Lil Durk Meek Mill • 专辑:The Voice of the Heroes • 发布时间:2021-06-04
作词 : Dominique Jones/Durk Banks/Nii Noi Tetteh/Nikolas Papamitrou/Robert Rihmeek Williams
 作曲 : Dominique Jones/Durk Banks/Nii Noi Tetteh/Nikolas Papamitrou/Robert Rihmeek Williams
 (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)

 Nigga know I back out every time the pack out, big boy straighten, I finish
 I was in the trap house chillin' with the Mac out, gang gang, me and my members (Gang gang)
 Nigga, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here, just glicks 'round here with extenders (Big boy)
 Nigga, don't take no pics 'round here, everybody on parole, shit sensitive
 I had 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 a lil' Glock with a drum in it
 We the one 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 (Nigga, get over there)
 Stack the M's and spin all the odds, we takin' this shit to the maximum, yeah

 Must be out of your mind, you think we ain't spinnin' for bro? We spinnin' for sure
 Had a switch on me, not a .38, dummy, boy, we be spinnin' for ghosts
 They put up for shows, we spin in the cribs and crowds fasho, we spinnin' his shows
 And we took L's fasho, but in Chicago, they know we winnin' fasho
 You do it for what? You better not say that you do it for D-(Boom), them niggas be talk
 That nigga was f**ked, the moment he ran, he knew he ain't ducking, his ass 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 b****tproof, lil' nigga, you know we gon' shoot at them stars
 Them lil' b*****s ours, I told him to f**k 'em and slut her and send it right back to the blogs
 Glock with a switch, two of those, and I ride through the city (We ride)
 And we thought a nigga died, but he didn't (But he died)
 Two Glocks when you ride through Philly (Let's get it)
 Tented up or you dyin' in Philly
 (You know we slide to Philly)
 (Tinted up or you dyin' in Philly)
 (Tinted up or you dyin' in Philly)

 (Yeah, Baby)
 Anything close to a dub, and a youngin'll walk for a hundred, he down to get caught
 Long as I send him the items, consider it bought
 I call the shots, I'm the boss
 I ride 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 nigga business
 Thirty million, my mind in the trenches still
 F**k her good, make her nigga not turn her on
 They got brodie on camera, he comin' home
 Run it 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' M
 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 hoes who ain't 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
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