Im Still Lovin Yu
[Intro]
(Double O)
Long live Mook, long live Mike
(Goddamn BJ made another one)
[Verse]
They say I made it, I'm just OT gettin' faded
This life I live amazing, if I up the switch I sprayed it
I know a n***a killed his brother for some bread, this shit get crazy
I touched a M, I need some more, I can't get lazy
Pull up, hop out, blazin'
I'm gonna kill whoever played me
Bro just put a B up on this Glock, he tryna trade me
Gave me two years, I'm thanking God, they could've slayed me
They drop forty-something shots and them n***as hardly graze mе
My shorty forteen, dumping drizzys, that shit amaze me
That hating shit don't faze mе
A breed of different n***as raised me
I can't name one thing that you gave me
I'm too deep in, you can't save me
Being broke and fighting with my demons, that's what made me
N***a, if it's smoke, then say that shit
Tryna go be with the opps, then come over here, hell nah, we don't play that shit
I don't move with goofies, n***a, if you up your gun, you better spray that bitch
Last year, I was up in the hot with a Glock, nah for real, I wasn't tryna make no hit
If he don't come outside, we gon' bake his bitch
You see diamond, you don't wanna make no diss
You wanna get rich, gotta take that risk
Don't try, my n***a, I'm not no lick
TG4L, I'm not gon' switch
I aim it well, I'm not gon' miss
Him stretched out on the ground, we got that bitch
We lost Mook and got that get back quick
Fuck this fame, I want my brother back
Free bro, can't wait 'til Gutta back
You known and I'm because of that
That bitch you lovin', lil' bro fuckin' that
Cash, I got a bunch of that
We Toss Gang, we got a bunch of hats
Him, he'll go, (ffft), you can't run from that
Dissin' the dead, we killin' your son for that
Internet games It ain't no fun in that
Before I ride, I sleep where the bums be at
This bitch get to glitchin', gotta tell my guns relax
We spin all day like a motherfucker laundromat
Luck Buck got hit 20 times, he still alive, that n***a a zombie pack
Catch me at B, delete IG, then book me a flight, where LeBron be at
Swing my door and chase his ass
He tripped and fell with lace his ass
In other words, we face his ass
Fill him up with lead and then erase his ass
I'll pull a cape of fat
Mixing lean with pop like Breaking Bad
Son hit the lights and [?] break the dash
Over stuffin' shells, how you break the MAC
Early AM spinnin', we done caught a n***a shakin' ass
Left him at the pump, then sped off, we shoulda took his gas
Z Money won't admit it, we all know the pastor took his ass
Told lil' bro I'd give him 20k, if he complete a simple task
Why would you steal if you can ask?
Black Nike techs and masks
Just tell the truth, I'm sick of lies
Off a ten of Tris', I'm fried
Yeah, they kill a bro, but ask around I heard his shooter die
Be for real, that n***a lost his life, for some fucking fries
I'm just gon' shoot you dry
Gon' spin till I get tired
Lost Mook and Mike, I lost my mind
Fuck my opps, they far behind
I don't give a fuck about the charges, I won't drop a dime
This money or this music, ain't none of this shit stopping me from slidin'
[Outro]
Lil' bro'nem, I ain't never forgetting about that shit
(I'm still loving you)
[?] talk 'bout the gang or say their name, know it's gon' be death with that
(I'm still loving you)
(Double O)
(I'm loving you, I'm still loving you)
(Goddamn BJ made another one)
(Double O)
Long live Mook, long live Mike
(Goddamn BJ made another one)
[Verse]
They say I made it, I'm just OT gettin' faded
This life I live amazing, if I up the switch I sprayed it
I know a n***a killed his brother for some bread, this shit get crazy
I touched a M, I need some more, I can't get lazy
Pull up, hop out, blazin'
I'm gonna kill whoever played me
Bro just put a B up on this Glock, he tryna trade me
Gave me two years, I'm thanking God, they could've slayed me
They drop forty-something shots and them n***as hardly graze mе
My shorty forteen, dumping drizzys, that shit amaze me
That hating shit don't faze mе
A breed of different n***as raised me
I can't name one thing that you gave me
I'm too deep in, you can't save me
Being broke and fighting with my demons, that's what made me
N***a, if it's smoke, then say that shit
Tryna go be with the opps, then come over here, hell nah, we don't play that shit
I don't move with goofies, n***a, if you up your gun, you better spray that bitch
Last year, I was up in the hot with a Glock, nah for real, I wasn't tryna make no hit
If he don't come outside, we gon' bake his bitch
You see diamond, you don't wanna make no diss
You wanna get rich, gotta take that risk
Don't try, my n***a, I'm not no lick
TG4L, I'm not gon' switch
I aim it well, I'm not gon' miss
Him stretched out on the ground, we got that bitch
We lost Mook and got that get back quick
Fuck this fame, I want my brother back
Free bro, can't wait 'til Gutta back
You known and I'm because of that
That bitch you lovin', lil' bro fuckin' that
Cash, I got a bunch of that
We Toss Gang, we got a bunch of hats
Him, he'll go, (ffft), you can't run from that
Dissin' the dead, we killin' your son for that
Internet games It ain't no fun in that
Before I ride, I sleep where the bums be at
This bitch get to glitchin', gotta tell my guns relax
We spin all day like a motherfucker laundromat
Luck Buck got hit 20 times, he still alive, that n***a a zombie pack
Catch me at B, delete IG, then book me a flight, where LeBron be at
Swing my door and chase his ass
He tripped and fell with lace his ass
In other words, we face his ass
Fill him up with lead and then erase his ass
I'll pull a cape of fat
Mixing lean with pop like Breaking Bad
Son hit the lights and [?] break the dash
Over stuffin' shells, how you break the MAC
Early AM spinnin', we done caught a n***a shakin' ass
Left him at the pump, then sped off, we shoulda took his gas
Z Money won't admit it, we all know the pastor took his ass
Told lil' bro I'd give him 20k, if he complete a simple task
Why would you steal if you can ask?
Black Nike techs and masks
Just tell the truth, I'm sick of lies
Off a ten of Tris', I'm fried
Yeah, they kill a bro, but ask around I heard his shooter die
Be for real, that n***a lost his life, for some fucking fries
I'm just gon' shoot you dry
Gon' spin till I get tired
Lost Mook and Mike, I lost my mind
Fuck my opps, they far behind
I don't give a fuck about the charges, I won't drop a dime
This money or this music, ain't none of this shit stopping me from slidin'
[Outro]
Lil' bro'nem, I ain't never forgetting about that shit
(I'm still loving you)
[?] talk 'bout the gang or say their name, know it's gon' be death with that
(I'm still loving you)
(Double O)
(I'm loving you, I'm still loving you)
(Goddamn BJ made another one)