Rich The Kid, Jay Critch and Fivio Foreign - Still Movin'

Yeah, I like this one
Wait, wait
(Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
Yeah
(A Lau on the beat)

I got the Glock in the party, nigga move wrong, I'm bustin' the .40
Bought a Bentley, gave the Benz to my shorty
Popped his brain now any mind, I'm on it (what?)
I give a nine for a ten-pack (uh)
He missed the first time, spin back
If the plug don't pick up, call back
Stop the beat, gotta wait a minute (yeah, for real)
Thank God I don't rap (haha), I came up from trappin'
Could've been still movin' (yeah)
Bedrock (uh), I put the bitch in a headlock (uh)
Most of my confidence dead stopped (uh, yeah, look, uh)

Let's do it (haha)
Uh-huh, these niggas not stoppin' us (yeah, nah)
I'll go on the run, but I'm too popular (look, uh)
I'll go on the-, look, huh, yeah (I'm too popular)

Hop in a (skrrt), police behind us, them niggas not stoppin' us (nah)
I'll go on the run, but I'm too popular (lil' bitch)
We got like three or four Glocks with us
Get that feelin' we bringin' the mob with us
I be low, 'cause they fiendin' to lock us up
We sellin' Percs, when I link 'em, I'm coppin' up (yeah)
Uh (uh), yeah (yeah), can't find him, we shootin' his father up (boom)
Uh (boom), yeah (yeah), niggas'll die if they comin' to bother us (boom)
Like, huh (yeah), huh, you niggas don't know what you started up (nah)
Huh, yeah, only the drillers could get in the car with us (skrrt)
She give me head when she come in the V
Back out the uh, and I cum on the seats
I tell the driver, "Don't look back, nigga
It ain't nothin' to see" (look, woo)
Huh, yeah (yeah), I spend mad money on my feet (I did)
Look, huh, yeah, I spend mad money on my feet

And I gotta ride with it under the seat (boom)
Run up on me and you dumb as can be (stupid)
I'm in the crib with a couple of freaks
And they stay on the bed, like they stuck to the sheets (hey)
I ran it up, and I'm still the hood favorite
I'm always showin' that love to the streets
And you know brodie be stuck to the heat
If he let it off, gon' up a degree (damn)
Tell her bend over, she touch her knees (ayy)
Give her dick and now she thinkin' 'bout it
Niggas really pussy, when I think about it
I just poured the Sprite and now it's pink around it (lean)
I came a long way, used to hit a stain
Shit still crazy, when I think about it (yeah)
Oh, he think he tough, well, my shooter's crazy
Nigga, don't you even go and blick around it (dirty, dirty)
Water on me, like I'm sick of rhymin' (ayy)
'Member niggas tried to jump ship
Well, let them niggas go and send around me (let them niggas go and drown)
Drop a bag, have a shooter side
Go skate on 'em, at the rink around 'em
Diamonds movin', like Roll Bounce
Bad lil' bitch with her toes out
She pull up and suck souls out (hey)

Written by:
Dimitri Roger, Elijah Covington, Maxie Lee Ryles III, Jason Critchlow, Robert Bateman, Frederick Gorman, Brian Holland

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