Still Got It

Still got pape I ain't
Still got bitches I ain't
Still got pape I ain't cut yet
Still got bitches I ain't fucked yet
Still got pape I ain't
Still got bitches I ain't
Still got pape I ain't cut yet
Still got bitches I ain't fucked yet

Money ain't everything I came from rags to riches treat the crib like a castle
And I done seen everything niggas be cappin so much that they needing a tassel
My dawg outta line like he stepped outta bounce but I promise that nigga don't tackle
I came up from nothin at 12 I was hustlin I grind and I came out the ghetto
At the bank so my teller don't tattle
All these O's need a semi to travel
From the streets they compare me to gravel
Need a mill like I'm cider-ing apples
Said fuck it ain't needin no job and I dropped outta school but I'm bowling green
Block hot like some Cheetos got dipped in Sriracha mixed in with some kerosene
Deep end like 12ft
Deep in like a submarine
Loading up ain't no buffering
Do-do-do ain't no stutterin
We had big faces when you had the braces whole bell get it gone tomorrow
Said fuck all that bullshit and got back to basics my plug out in Panama
I fuck with the C-notes I get em and save em yo bank account overdrawn
Find a bando and trap out the vacant now bows in and they wall to wall
Lil rocks like Arkansas
Flippin shit like martial arts
Might grab me a Audemar
Goin in like martial law

Still got pape I ain't cut yet
Still got bitches I ain't fucked yet
Still got pape I ain't cut yet
Still got bitches I ain't fucked yet
Still got pape I ain't cut yet
Still got bitches I ain't fucked yet
Still got pape I ain't cut yet
Still got bitches I ain't fucked yet



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Writer(s): Chylie Watkins
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