Still I Love It

Aye
Y'all already what this is
Dj drama yeah
gangsta grillz
My voice hit the track like icing on the cake
You shouldn't waste your time with your little mixtapes
None but four learn after me got the streets on lock
And I got the key
Keep the Swisher full of kush
So I'm high
Shoot up in the GQ
The flows so fly
Didn't read the blimp
Like my swag
Call it young old school
Rich but that young so cool
It's like he on that tip service
To Kept that work
You would've thought he knew wanted a boy kept that burt
Ask that bottoms on see but through six
What they say dude kept them bricks
Just order me a charger
Cocain white
White paint
White wheels
Call it the snowmobile
What else can I say
I walk like money
Rich conversation I talk like money
I seen the movie blower I'm jorge and Jeezy
Between me and you I still got em
Can't get a streak something this shit is in my veins
Winner loses draw and I still talk cane
Aye yo, I take pride in the streets,
It's supply and demand
My demand is up so I'm a keep supplying
gangsta grillz



Credits
Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Tracey Sewell
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