Still Video (MV)

Niggas ain't cut like us from the neck up
OG smelling like pressure
Put you in the game, I might bless you
25 lighters all on my dresser
We got now, and we got next up
I been grinding, getting my check up
Hellcat roaring, who about to catch us
See them four letters all on my necklace
But don't downshift in the fast lane
You so new to this, and its a damn shame
F*cking up the whole damn game
Ain't no rookies running my campaign
Still working, off the burner phone for real
Still hustling, you can see me roam the field
These hoes, they love the way I talk and chill
With my Georgia peach, that's trying to cop a feel
What you know about standing tall
When the affidavit lists all of y'all
Shooting back and forth, treat it like a sport
Whether its HORSE or the volleyball
Just know what's up when I get involved
My protocol is like a Molotov
With a Geechee girl, you know she's my world
I rub her down and she swallows all
Still I'm working off the burner phone
Still riding strapped, Still at the trap on Congress
Still vacuum sealing packs
Still smoking all this doja, got me higher than a kite
Still serving all this dope dick, she on that nasty shit I like
Still ain't told, still ain't fold
Still ain't stressing about these bitches
Still I'm watching, still ain't slipping
Still they clocking all my riches
Still ain't taking no for answers, diamonds dancing
They surrounding me, deep off in the game
We play for keeps, let's hit the lottery
Still ride around with a rocket on me
Ain't showing unless I got to pop it, homie
Been the illest in it, what the doctor told me
Had the plug anxious, until he got to know me
So the older niggas couldn't "little bro" me
Like a lotus blooming, that's the way I'm growing
Out the mud for real, money got me glowing
All these newer deals got me fully focused
D-V-L-N, new classic like a square light Benz
Neighborhood dope dealer
Cast the bait, then reel them in
Come and get your hoe, nigga
Blowing doja in the wind
Ain't been to church, so forgive me Lord
In this life, I'm bound to sin again
Scat Pack, I'm fast with the click-clack
Ain't no love, I'm strapped at the kickback
Ran off, you ain't ever get your shit back
Put my name in the street, better kill that
West side when we ride, better know that
Got a chance in my hands, won't blow that
Say, Shack got game like a throwback
Randy Moss, can you catch what I throw back
Still I'm working off the burner phone
Still riding strapped, Still at the trap on Congress
Still vacuum sealing packs
Still smoking all this doja, got me higher than a kite
Still serving all this dope dick, she on that nasty shit I like
Still ain't told, still ain't fold
Still ain't stressing about these bitches
Still I'm watching, still ain't slipping
Still they clocking all my riches
Still ain't taking no for answers, diamonds dancing
They surrounding me, deep off in the game
We play for keeps, let's hit the lottery