Young Gully - Still YH III lyrics

Fresh on the beat, so you know that sh** slaps [Hook: AB] I’m still YH, n***as ain’t knowin’, knowin’ These n***as ain’t knowin’ I’m still YH, n***as ain’t knowin’, knowin’ These n***as ain’t knowin’ We gettin’ paid [Chorus] Let the music play You won’t get away Just keep groovin’ and he’ll come back to you one day Still YH Let the music play You won’t get away This groove will get it goin’ and he won’t lead you anywhere Still YH Let the music play You won’t get away Just keep groovin’ and he’ll come back to you one day Still YH Let the music play You won’t get away This groove will get it goin’ and he won’t lead you anywhere Still YH [Verse 1: Young Gully] Let the sh** bang, thuggin’ let your stick hang I’m out the whip, foreign kicks with the sllit frames Couple [?] on my [?] that was quick change Wrist flames got me goin’ like six chains Where your b**h, in my suite gettin’ dick gamed In between the sheets yellin’ out my nickname In my own lane even when I switch lanes Brick house on my side call me Rick James Three Bs run it up like the PGs Snow flakes with the ice, that’s a deep freeze I be talkin’ all this dope like I keep keys I don’t play, I’m too adult for these pee-wees Real boss, holler at me when you need a job My advice, just elude it when you see the mob I’m so up on these n***as, all I see is God Lotta foes in these streets, gotta keep a rod [Chorus] Let the music play You won’t get away Just keep groovin’ and he’ll come back to you one day Still YH Let the music play You won’t get away This groove will get it goin’ and he won’t lead you anywhere Still YH [Verse 2: Young Gully] Let the trunk shake, trust I’ma touch cake Ho, I’m stand up, I don’t do the pump fakes n***as say they guns up, but they funds ain’t When you do it for the love, gotta dust snakes On my grind, stickin’ to it like I’m duct tape Take my time with these units, I don’t rush fate Get the packs for the load, off of front way Final seconds on the clock and we up eight Been eatin’ on these boys, that’s a lunch date Call me Jacob in the bull, fight just one [?] Middle finger to the critics, n***a f** hate Got ’em sighin’, ’cause their callin’ me a young great If there’s problems, let me know, I’ll let the drum bake Still sittin’ on the bench, like the bus lady Big dog, had to do it for the [?] And no comin’ sideways, better come straight [Chorus] Let the music play You won’t get away Just keep groovin’ and he’ll come back to you one day Still YH Let the music play You won’t get away This groove will get it goin’ and he won’t lead you anywhere Still YH Let the music play You won’t get away Just keep groovin’ and he’ll come back to you one day Still YH Let the music play You won’t get away This groove will get it goin’ and he won’t lead you anywhere Still YH