[Intro]
Next one I'm bringing in right now yeah
I say it's kind of emotional - So listen carefully
This is what we go through every day
And it seems like the same thing keeps going on
Whether it's shotting drugs, getting by on a 9 to 5 or straight greazing the roads
This is how we're going in yeah

[Hook: Krept, Konan]
Still let it pop, still with the Luger
Still with the dogs, still with the shooters
Same shit (Same shit, over and over)
Still with the clique, still on the grind
Still with the clip, still with the nine
Same shit (Same shit, over and over)
Still with my dons, still with the OG's
Still got a gun, still got my own heat
Same shit (Same shit, over and over)
Still I'm spitting with Krept
Still I'm spitting with Kones
Still we're spitting with reds
(Same shit, over and over)

[Verse 1: Konan]
Down for the quick cheese
Got your girlfriend getting down like I'm big [?]
No clothes, yeah let's touch down for the striptease
Quick [?] now she's got a mouthful of pitneys
Body on the front, round town in my logo
And I'm taking the drug pounds and the brick keys
What goes around comes around like a frisbee
So I squeeze down and the pound put you six deep
Digging deep down in the ground, you'll be ghost more
Soul near the sky with the clouds and the ozone
Squeeze down, copper tip rounds if you roll close
Ain't got nutting but clowns in your postcode
Body on the front, round town in my logo
[?] better get down, get your dome blown
White gold chain on your neck
Hit him in the throat with the pound, turn it rose gold
Right now put the mic down 'cause the throne's Kones
All black strally in the back of the taxi
Clap that, leave you with more than a coco
Girlfriend tell me calm down 'cause I'm loco
Stunt on, you get jumped on if you hold dough
Can't stop staring at the ring, call me Frodo
Hole in your head same size as a polo
Mac take off the left side of your Polo
[Hook: Krept, Konan]
Still let it pop, still with the Luger
Still with the dogs, still with the shooters
Same shit (Same shit, over and over)
Still with the clique, still on the grind
Still with the clip, still with the nine
Same shit (Same shit, over and over)
Still with my dons, still with the OG's
Still got a gun, still got my own heat
Same shit (Same shit, over and over)
Still I'm spitting with Krept
Still I'm spitting with Kones
Still we're spitting with reds
(Same shit, over and over)

[Verse 2: Krept]
Bullets come out of hand 'til we clip dem
Click comes out in my hand so we stick that
Shit comes out of the stick and into your wig
You prick, and aim where you think
I jump out the whip on the block you linger round
N***as drop when I hit that pound
You'll be injured, ouch
Left on the strip with the docs to fix your crown
My fifth all over your back
I'll clap my stick all over your hat
Clicks all over the map
Clips all over my back
I'll have my stick all over your trap
I'll have your shit all over your pants
I'll have your wig all over the flat
Point blank, have your image all over the strap
I'll have a n***a six foot deeper
When I creep up on a ejiat with a heater
Squeeze, I'll have a boy looking like a retard
Have your head rocking like a seesaw
Squeeze off, something getting stuck in the faggot
Squeeze off, something getting stuck in your Adam's
I'm G'd off, no rebore so nothing getting stuck in my cannon
[Hook: Krept, Konan]
Still let it pop, still with the Luger
Still with the dogs, still with the shooters
Same shit (Same shit, over and over)
Still with the clique, still on the grind
Still with the clip, still with the nine
Same shit (Same shit, over and over)
Still with my dons, still with the OG's
Still got a gun, still got my own heat
Same shit (Same shit, over and over)
Still I'm spitting with Krept
Still I'm spitting with Kones
Still we're spitting with reds
(Same shit, over and over)

[Outro]
And yeah I hear that man
Same shit over and over
It's fucked up