Still YH III - Young Gully, AB

I’m still YH, niggas ain’t knowin', knowin'

These niggas ain’t knowin'

I’m still YH, niggas ain’t knowin', knowin'

These niggas ain’t knowin'

We gettin' paid

Let the music play

You won’t get away

Just keep groovin' and he’ll come back to you one day

Still YH

Let the music play

You won’t get away

This groove will get it goin' and he won’t lead you anywhere

Still YH

Let the music play

You won’t get away

Just keep groovin' and he’ll come back to you one day

Still YH

Let the music play

You won’t get away

This groove will get it goin' and he won’t lead you anywhere

Still YH

Let the shit bang, thuggin' let your stick hang

I’m out the whip, foreign kicks with the sllit frames

Couple on my that was quick change

Wrist flames got me goin' like six chains

Where your bitch, in my suite gettin' dick gamed

In between the sheets yellin' out my nickname

In my own lane even when I switch lanes

Brick house on my side call me Rick James

Three Bs run it up like the PGs

Snow flakes with the ice, that’s a deep freeze

I be talkin' all this dope like I keep keys

I don’t play, I’m too adult for these pee-wees

Real boss, holler at me when you need a job

My advice, just elude it when you see the mob

I’m so up on these niggas, all I see is God

Lotta foes in these streets, gotta keep a rod

Let the music play

You won’t get away

Just keep groovin' and he’ll come back to you one day

Still YH

Let the music play

You won’t get away

This groove will get it goin' and he won’t lead you anywhere

Still YH

Let the trunk shake, trust I’ma touch cake

Ho, I’m stand up, I don’t do the pump fakes

Niggas say they guns up, but they funds ain’t

When you do it for the love, gotta dust snakes

On my grind, stickin' to it like I’m duct tape

Take my time with these units, I don’t rush fate

Get the packs for the load, off of front way

Final seconds on the clock and we up eight

Been eatin' on these boys, that’s a lunch date

Call me Jacob in the bull, fight just one

Middle finger to the critics, nigga fuck hate

Got 'em sighin', 'cause their callin' me a young great

If there’s problems, let me know, I’ll let the drum bake

Still sittin' on the bench, like the bus lady

Big dog, had to do it for the

And no comin' sideways, better come straight

Let the music play

You won’t get away

Just keep groovin' and he’ll come back to you one day

Still YH

Let the music play

You won’t get away

This groove will get it goin' and he won’t lead you anywhere

Still YH

Let the music play

You won’t get away

Just keep groovin' and he’ll come back to you one day

Still YH

Let the music play

You won’t get away

This groove will get it goin' and he won’t lead you anywhere

Still YH