KidWond3r - Still lyrics

[Intro] Gang, gang, gang, gang! Back on that street sh**! Free k**a man, you know how I'm rockin (Bow, bow, bow!) Back on this street sh**! b**h! [Verse] f** n***a I ain't really with that rap beef I'm from where they clap heat, think this sh** sweet? My young n***as off them pills, on that bullsh** My daddy told me never leave the house without a full clip I heard n***as dissing on my name, cuz I got some fame Close range, bullets hit yo face, it won't look the same Snitching on yo mans, heard you're wired up We pop up with them Glocks, hit yo block, leave it fired up Run with the pigs, you get hog tied up Have my mask on, left no evidence, f** a lineup Dope P's, say my dope strong, make they heart buss Young n***a, I got more cream than a Starbucks Diamonds on my motherf**ing neck like a starburst I'm a player, I could pimp a hoe, make her heart hurt Riding 30" forgiatos, b**h we call em skrts Big bag on ya lil head, run off with that work b**h bad and she super thick, and she got that work Hit ya block, sideways, put this Bentley on the curb We hit ya block, Broad day, leave a n***a on the curb f** n***a tryna beef with me, when he from the burbs I still keep my steal, still off a pill I'm still Lil Will, and I still do the drill I don't drip b**h I spill f** n***a what's the deal? I never signed a deal, still worth a couple mill Mom's still praying for me cuz her son in the field Boy you say that that's yo mans, get in that jam, he gone squeal Got some young hot n***as and they ain't got no chill I been flexing on these broke n***as, tell me how you feel In Miami running with the Haitans b**h we llama'd up Hit the mall, f** it up, b**h I'm comma'd up You want beef, like the DJ, b**h I'm drama'd up We kick ya door with duct tape, gift wrap ya mama up Why these n***as hating on me? Cuz I'm styling I be wilding, my diamonds blue like an island I be balling, these f** n***as, they be fouling Pull up Ferrari, these b**hes blush, they be smiling Riding with this Mac on the side on me I'm tryna fight these demons inside of me Motherf** the judge cuz I know she tired of me You ain't a k**er n***a who you tryna be I got this long nose .44, I call it Robo Clown a**, dissing in yo raps, you's a Bozo We let these bullets fly, aim high, n***a duck low My plug send me d**, and I sell it by the boat load My yellow b**h a** fat, and she got that work Hit the club, VIP, with my pistol in her purse I'm the plug, I got what you need, what you wanna purch' Smoking weed, it ain't got no seeds, you be smoking dirt Like a BBQ, stakeout, I have my n***as on alert Remember hitting Frank's now I'm taxing n***as for a verse Back in the day, when I was broke I would've snatched a purse I'm a lose screw, get a check, like it was the first f** a b**h, then I f** her friend, you know I'm a flirt Call my phone, I ain't pick it up, now her feelings hurt I'm blowing strong, kush my cologne, I be smoking Earth Them hollowtips demolish yo bones, boy these bullets hurt p**nstar, she got on thongs, I like how she twerk That's a foreign car, left right that wheel, make it SKRT SKRT Trapping out that bando we got soft and hard work I can't stop, made it to the top, it took hard work f** n***a do something Fix ya face n***a FN, pencil led bullets, I'll erase n***as Alien, I be when them outer space k**as If you ain't talking about no money won't conversate with ya We lawnmower, cut your gra** if you a snake n***a I'm harpo, beat that p**y like I'm a slave n***a Tomorrow, it ain't promised, I'm a today n***a And I f**ed her but I can't promise her I'ma stay with her Lucked up, got f**ed up, he was a brave n***a I'm a young n***a, I'm not a rapper b**h I'm a grave digger I'm a kingpin, I cruise in a Benz, cuz I'm a drug dealer My Nina Ross, that b**h a boss, I buss a nut with her