(KJ what you got goin' on man)Back of the phantom to get me side headAin't got no purple then give me some red, yeah(Yo Nick Papz, make it slap)Nigga know I back out every time the pack outbig boy scrapin' up fendersI was in the trap house chillin' with the Mac outgang gang, me and my membersNigga, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round herejust Glicks 'round here with extendersNigga, don't take no pics 'round hereeverybody on parole shit censoredI got a check, fell in love with itI got the neck for the hell of itMoney, respect, get the CullinanCome down the lil' block like a elephantI got the lil' Glock with the drum in itWe don't want them to know what's crackin'I 4500 my jacket, they say I'm too rich to be strappin', yeahSuicide doors in the Phantomit looks like you get in it backwardsDouble platinum, that's a double murder when we slideI just put a hit on a rapperSneak dissin', before you know it you talkin' to Godand he tell you get in the casketStack up the M's and spend all the oddswe takin' this shit to the maximum, yeahMust be outta your mind, you thinkwe ain't spinnin' for bro, we spinnin' for shoHad a switch on me not a thirty-eight dummybut we be spinnin' for ghostThey pull up for sho, we spinnin' the cribs and traps for shoWe spinnin' his shows and we took Ls for shoBut in Chicago they know we winnin' for shoYou do it for what, better not say that you do it for ****Them niggas be tucked, that nigga was fuckedThat moment he ran and he knewhe ain't duck and his ass out of luckWe do it for Von, we don't wait till it die downwe load up we do it tomorrowWe do it on feet, ask all the opps about usor who say we shoot out the carsThat Rolls better be bulletproof little niggayou know we gon' shoot out them starsThem little bitches Za, I told 'em to fuck herand slut her and send her right back to the blockGlock on switchesTwo of those when I ride through the cityAnd we thought a nigga died but he didn'tTwo Glocks when you ride through PhillyTurnin' up if you die in PhillyTurnin' up if you die in PhillyTurnin' up if you die in PhillyAnything close to a dub and a young niggawalk for a hundred, he damn near get caughtLong as I send him the items, consider it boughtI call the shots on the bossI'm ridin' with a semiTwo of them, I can't die in my cityDo a shootin', it ain't gotta be prettyCatch him out and we handle the businessI ain't gettin' in no nigga businessThirty million my mind in the trenches stillFuck her good make a nigga not turn her outThey got Brody on camera, he comin' homeRun it up from a scale to a microphoneTreat these hoes likes a motherfuckin' Nike storeAnd you know he ain't there, why you hype him up?Anytime we out smokin', just pipe me upNever know the outcome so you try yo luckGet whateva you want when I'm tryna fuckDon't be tellin', nobody can't fuck with usPut the fo' in the pew with the fuckin'I should never depend on my fuckin' selfReally need it if I ever ask for helpI just know I'ma blow if it's life or deathI made all them hoes, you ain't never leftI'm way higher, I'm up in my altitudeI was broke, I would go in an attitudeNow you play with the kid, he embarrass youAs a rider, no fear with no parachuteWith no parachute
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Still Runnin (With Lil Durk, feat. Meek Mill)Lil Baby
(KJ what you got goin' on man)
Back of the phantom to get me side head
Ain't got no purple then give me some red, yeah
(Yo Nick Papz, make it slap)
Nigga know I back out every time the pack out
big boy scrapin' up fenders
I was in the trap house chillin' with the Mac out
gang gang, me and my members
Nigga, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here
just Glicks 'round here with extenders
Nigga, don't take no pics 'round here
everybody on parole shit censored
I got a check, fell in love with it
I got the neck for the hell of it
Money, respect, get the Cullinan
Come down the lil' block like a elephant
I got the lil' Glock with the drum in it
We don't want them to know what's crackin'
I 4500 my jacket, they say I'm too rich to be strappin', yeah
Suicide doors in the Phantom
it looks like you get in it backwards
Double platinum, that's a double murder when we slide
I just put a hit on a rapper
Sneak dissin', before you know it you talkin' to God
and he tell you get in the casket
Stack up the M's and spend all the odds
we takin' this shit to the maximum, yeah
Must be outta your mind, you think
we ain't spinnin' for bro, we spinnin' for sho
Had a switch on me not a thirty-eight dummy
but we be spinnin' for ghost
They pull up for sho, we spinnin' the cribs and traps for sho
We spinnin' his shows and we took Ls for sho
But in Chicago they know we winnin' for sho
You do it for what, better not say that you do it for ****
Them niggas be tucked, that nigga was fucked
That moment he ran and he knew
he ain't duck and his ass out of luck
We do it for Von, we don't wait till it die down
we load up we do it tomorrow
We do it on feet, ask all the opps about us
or who say we shoot out the cars
That Rolls better be bulletproof little nigga
you know we gon' shoot out them stars
Them little bitches Za, I told 'em to fuck her
and slut her and send her right back to the block
Glock on switches
Two of those when I ride through the city
And we thought a nigga died but he didn't
Two Glocks when you ride through Philly
Turnin' up if you die in Philly
Turnin' up if you die in Philly
Turnin' up if you die in Philly
Anything close to a dub and a young nigga
walk for a hundred, he damn near get caught
Long as I send him the items, consider it bought
I call the shots on the boss
I'm ridin' with a semi
Two of them, I can't die in my city
Do a shootin', it ain't gotta be pretty
Catch him out and we handle the business
I ain't gettin' in no nigga business
Thirty million my mind in the trenches still
Fuck her good make a nigga not turn her out
They got Brody on camera, he comin' home
Run it up from a scale to a microphone
Treat these hoes likes a motherfuckin' Nike store
And you know he ain't there, why you hype him up?
Anytime we out smokin', just pipe me up
Never know the outcome so you try yo luck
Get whateva you want when I'm tryna fuck
Don't be tellin', nobody can't fuck with us
Put the fo' in the pew with the fuckin'
I should never depend on my fuckin' self
Really need it if I ever ask for help
I just know I'ma blow if it's life or death
I made all them hoes, you ain't never left
I'm way higher, I'm up in my altitude
I was broke, I would go in an attitude
Now you play with the kid, he embarrass you
As a rider, no fear with no parachute
With no parachute
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