Still Movin' (feat. Fivio Foreign & Jay Critch)

Yeah, I like this one

Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?

(A Lau on the beat)

I got the Glock in the party, nigga move wrong, I'm bustin' the .40

Ride up in, then get a band to my shorty

Popped his brain now any mind, I'm on it (What?)

I give a nine for a ten-pack (Uh)

He missed the first time, spin back

He'll blow it on peaker, call back

Start the beat, gotta wait a minute (Yeah, for real)

Then got it on rap (Haha), I came home from trappin'

Hundred bricks, still movin' (Yeah)

Bedrock (Uh), I put the bitch in a headlock (Uh)

Most of my confidence dead stopped (Uh, yeah, look, uh)

Wait

Lеt's do it (Haha)

The hardest niggas not stoppin' us, yeah (Nah)

I'll go on thе run, but I'm too popular, look (Look, uh)

I'll go on the—, look, huh, yeah (I'm too popular)

Hop in a— (Skrrt), police behind us, them niggas not stoppin' us (Nah)

I'll go on the run, but I'm too popular (Lil' bitch)

We got like three or four Glocks with us

Get that feelin' we bringin' the mob with us

I be low, 'cause they fiendin' to lock somethin'

We sellin' Percs, when I wake 'em, I cop 'em up (Yeah)

Uh (Uh), yeah (Yeah), can't find him

We shootin' his father (Boom)

Uh (Boom), yeah (Yeah)

Niggas'll die if they comin' to bother us (Boom)

Like, huh (Yeah), huh, you niggas don't know what you started up (Nah)

Huh, yeah, only the drillers could get in the car with us (Skrrt)

She give me head when she comin' to V

Back out the—, uh, and I cum on the seats

I tell the driver "Don't look back, nigga

It ain't nothin' to see" (Look, woo)

Huh, yeah (Yeah), I spend mad money on my feet (I did)

Look, huh, yeah, I spend mad money on my feet

And I gotta ride with it under the seat (Boom)

Run up on me and you diamonds can peak (Two)

I'm in the crib with a couple of freaks

And they stay on the bed, like they stuck to the sheets (Hey)

I ran it up, and I'm still the hood favorite

I'm always showin' that love to the streets

And you know brodie be stuck to the heat

If he let it off, gon' up a degree (Damn)

Tell her bend over, she touch her knees (Ayy)

Give her dick and now she thinkin' 'bout it

Niggas really pussy, when I think about it

I just poured the Sprite and now it's pink around it

I came a long way, used to hit a stain

Shit still crazy, when I think about it (Yeah)

Oh, he think he tough, well, my shooter's crazy

Nigga, don't you even go and blick around it (Dirty, dirty)

Water on me, like I'm sick of rhymin' (Ayy)

'Member niggas tried to jump ship

Well, let them niggas go and send around me

Drop a bag, have a shooter side

Go skate on 'em, at the rink around 'em

Diamonds movin', like rope bounce

Bad lil' bitch with her toes out

She pull up and suck souls out (Hey)