Still Gittin - Skeme

Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money

I could run through the cash like it really ain’t nothin'

Paper cuts on my hand, throw me through these blue hun’eds

Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money

I’m a pull up on your block in that Europe

Put up twenty thousand for that two-door

Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money

Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money

Whole lot of money in this bitch right now

I’m the shit right now

Loadin' up the motherfuckin' clip right now

You could get chipped right now

Broke back then, but I’m rich right now

So, broke nigga, keep quiet, pipe down

We don’t want to hear not a motherfuckin' sound

Lil' nigga, can’t you see it’s goin' down?

Pull up in that California 'Rari like, 'Skrr'

Or better yet, I pull up in that brand new Porsche like, 'Skrr'

Then it be right on the curb

Tell me what you heard 'bout a nigga

Whole lot of guap, that’s the word 'bout a nigga

Buy a new crib, sorry 'bout it, nigga

As far as haters' conversations, I ain’t worried 'bout it, nigga

I just did fifty K, tell my dealer

Reach for these diamonds, get that real good of your medulla

These bitches want to ride on my digit like a hoop

I just want some brain in this bitch, I need a tutor

Even though I got a ripe cheque, I’m still wit' them shooters

Been wit' them since day one, them boys don’t play none

I got my change up, still I ain’t changed none, fuck y’all niggas

Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money

I could run through the cash like it really ain’t nothin'

Paper cuts on my hand, throw me through these blue hun’eds

Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money

I’m a pull up on your block in that Europe

Put up twenty thousand for that two-door

Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money

Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money

Fuck all the rumors and what they assume

I’ve been the trillest in the room

Lately, a nigga flow so in tune

I’m shootin' out rocks from the moon

I’m worth my weight in Cuban links of gold

Fuck them and they silver spoons

I got soldiers down to die for my car

Shout-out my squadron and my platoon

Ho-niggas been afraid, bitch, I’m a renegade

Run keys and Ps up the interstate

I eeny, meeny lames, you could die any day

We never fucked wit' you, anyway

These niggas fabricate

I’m rockin' foreign fabrics, rap 'bout cash that I really make

I done made history

Know if they mention me, I got them hits like I’m Willie Mays

I supply my hood wit' choppers

If we spot a op, we’ll give him a quick trip to the doctor

Brazy like Mad Max in Shottas

Murder, no, Biggie ain’t askin' who shot you

I have your whole family dressed up in suits like Sinatra

This shit ain’t new to me

Ain’t no ten, shout-out to Eulogy

Your or me, you gon' die first just cause you’re of no use to me

You should be tryin' to get money, not tryin' my gangsta

Lil' brah, that there is a silly decision

We shoot wit' aim and precision

All of that talkin' gon' end and you no longer livin', my nigga

See, this what this shit about, my nigga, whole lot of money

Shit on you hatin'-ass niggas, five mill up