F.O.E Shawn The Don - Still Gettin' Off (feat. F.O.E. E Skrilla)

F.O.E. Entertainment
Yeah, nigga
Family over motherfucker Everything, nigga
If you ain't with us, you against Us, nigga
If you ain't gettin' off, then you Gettin' shattered
The fuck on, nigga
That mean you gettin' shitted on, Lil' bitch
You feel me? Eastside shit, Bitch Detroit
Bitch, we still gettin' off
Touchdown like Randy Moss
F.O.E. ain't worry about the cost
Step to us, you already lost
Bitch, we still gettin' off
We still gettin' off
Bitch, we still gettin' off
We still gettin' off
I'm a certified hustler
Lil' nigga, get your muscle up
Mustard-ass niggas can't catch up
Cause they can't fuck with us
Can't trust you with the bag
Cause we know that you gon' fuck It up
Ain't even tryin' to brag
But you know you can't get up with us
I pull up on a ave
Blunts n cups, time to pour it up
How you out here claimin' F.O.E
And try to fold on us
Now I hit the road for them fresh hunnids
And I got the cycle on repeat
You need to change your name, Dawg
Cause you really out here tryin' to Be me
F.O.E. on my back
Family over everything, that's a Fact
Heard my name in the track
That's all I remember, that shit Was wack
Talkin' bout fresh hunnids
You ain't never had it in Abundance
Shittin' on you nigga
And then he weather better grab a Plunger
Bitch, we still gettin' off
Touchdown like Randy Moss
F.O.E. ain't worried bout the cost
Step to us, you already lost
Bitch, we still gettin' off
We still gettin' off
Bitch, we still gettin' off
We still gettin' off
I'm always on, never off
Cause I'm a hustler
Buildin' up clientele
Not fuckin' with you busters
We party all night
Don't bring your fist to a fight
You'll be dead on sight
Somebody losin' they life
All my wrongs are right
I do this shit out of spite
Entire Adidas to suit
Yeah, I'm showin' my stripes
Leave you dead on arrival
Wishin' hell to my rivals
Never bring a bitch to a gangster Recital
Once exposed to these G's
Then she ain't gonna like you
These pistols and rifles
Gonna sever your stifle
Swear to fuckin' God
Right hand on the Bible
I live and die for the grind
Yeah, I gotta get mine
That's all on my mind
Got the whip in overdrive
Been chasin' that paper
All up and down the mile
And I'm stickin' that clutch
Gettin' money is a must
My voice on the track
Like Kobe Bryant in the clutch
The 8 2 4
Man, you already know
I keep ice in my cup
Still rockin' all gold
Bitch, we still gettin' off
Touchdown like Randy Moss
F.O.E. and worry about the cost
Step to us, you already lost
Bitch, we still gettin' off
We still gettin' off
Bitch, we still gettin' off
We still gettin' off

Written by:
LaShawn Holston

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