Still Runnin

KJ what you got goin' on man Let's go let's go yeah Back of the Phantom to get me some head Ain't got no purple Then get me some red Yeah woo Young Nick Papz make it slap Nigga know I back out every time the pack out big boy straighten up offenders I was in the trap house chillin' with the Mac out gang gang me and my members Gang gang Nigga we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here just glicks 'round here with extenders Big boy Nigga don't take no pics 'round here everybody on parole shit sensitive I got the check fell in love with it I got the neck for the hell of it Money respect get a Cullinan Come to the lil' block like an elephant I got the lil' Glock with a drum in it We the ones they the ones cracking Now forty-five-hundred my jacket they say I'm too rich to be strapping yeah ooh Suicide doors on the Phantom it look like you gettin' in backwards Double platinum that's a double murder when we slide I just put a hit on a rapper Sneak dissin' 'fore you know it you talkin' to God and He tell you Get in the casket Nigga get over there Stack the M's and spin all the odds we takin' this shit to the maximum yeah Must be out of your mind you think we ain't spinnin' for bro Gang We spinnin' fo' sho' Had a switch on me not a 38 dummy boy we be spinnin' for ghosts Gang They put up for shows we spinnin' the cribs and traps fo' sho' we spinnin' his shows And we took L's fo' sho' but in Chicago they know we winnin' fo' sho' You do it for what You better not say that you do it for D- Boom them niggas be tucked That nigga was fucked the moment he ran and he knew he ain't ducking his ass out of luck We do it for Von we don't wait 'til it die down we load and we do it tomorrow We do it on feet ask all the opps about us and who say we shoot out the cars That Rolls better be bulletproof lil' nigga you know we gon' shoot at them stars Them lil' bitches ours I told him to fuck her and slut her and send her right back to the blogs Glock with a switch two of those and I ride through the city We ride And we thought a nigga died but he didn't But he died Two Glocks when you ride through Philly Let's get it Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly You know we slide to Philly Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly Yeah Baby Anything close to a dub and a youngin'll walk for a hundred he damn near get caught Long as I send him the items consider it bought I call the shots I'm the boss I'm ridin' with the semi Two of them I can't die in my city Do a shooting 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 her nigga not turn her on They got brodie on camera he comin' home Run it up from a scale to a microphone Treat Dior like a muhfuckin' Nike store And you know he ain't that why you hype him up Any time we have smoke it's just pipe me up Never know the outcome 'til you try your luck Get whatever you want when I'm tryna fuck And we tellin' nobody can't fuck with us Put the four in the P with the fuckin' F I should never bring the pain 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 drink never left I'm way higher I'm up in my altitude I was broke I woke up with an attitude Now you play with the kid he embarrass you I jump right in the field with no parachute and one pair of shoes