Still F#%ked Up

Gang!

Louie what'chu on bro?

Another day, another body droppin'

If I go broke then I'mma rob somebody

A fragile body can't survive a shorty

Pump a nigga, I'll slump a nigga

And I been shot at by a bunch a niggas

But I'll still will never run from a nigga

Catch a nigga hollows flyin' for them niggas

50 hit every last one of niggas

Got some old heads that'll slump a nigga

But you still can get killed by my younger niggas

My young niggas hungry, put 'em on a lick

And they'll take every last thing from a nigga

I got hittas wit' me rollin' off a flat

Now it's hitters in me, ridin' wit' this 30

I might high speed, so I think that I might go get me a Hemi

Lil' bro gotta 30 now it's me and 60

We ain't goin' in 'til them bitches empty

Mally tryna make his Glock go empty

Ridin' on them oppers but they block so empty

Kobe make me wanna catch a body

Seeking for revenge, but that's not forgiveness

My niggas ridin' wit' it, they on business

Shoot a brick a hun'ed times, put that on Guiness

My hittas know they don't condone the snitchin'

Fuck a trial, broski down the witness

Lookin' for them niggas, why they keep sneak dissin'

See him in the field, up the nickel

Niggas act like they pretendin'

Bitch I'm in the field wit' the steel

Niggas say they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin'

Lil bro keep a Glock wit' 30 shots for any block

Wit' red beams to help them pay attention

Murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Straight murder (Murder)

Murder (Murder)

Murder

Another day, another dollar for me

Wake up and get to the money

Money on me so that tool is on me

If I want him gone, I'll put money on 'em

AKs wit' them hun'eds in 'em

Let 'em up, bring out the runner in 'em

I don't bop I do the money dance

Pack louder than an ambulance

I be goin' dumb wit' my big head friends

Them new hun duns make me feelin' friends

I spend hella bands on my Robin jeans

Gotta get this green by any means

Cop killers in the magazines

From the block to the magazines

I'm Mike, yo' bitch Billie Jean

Make her best friend lick her belly ring

My life like a Belly scene

Catch me flexin' in that Pelle thing

Bitches want me like a wedding ring

No answer I just let it ring

No time to talk baby TML

And I don't set up no voicemail

M.O.B. 'til I D-I-E

With a beam on the heat, I could shoot a bee

Shoot a creep in the eye and tell 'em, see

I told yo' dumbass not to fuck wit' me

No love for a bitch I just fuck and leave

She just suckin' dick, and she ugly

I'm sick of gettin' bands I got counterflu

Killers a hit up a carnival

Get shot hella times like its lots of you

We DOA they can't doctor you, huh

Watch the bodies drop (Bodies drop)

Watch the bodies drop (Bodies drop)

Bodies drop, bodies drop, bodies drop