Still mobbin
Still flexin
Still poppin
Still pressin
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
Still going
They still knowin
I'm still coming still roley still foreigns
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
And these boys still living in the past
Still in my own lane
And they still want me to crash
Aint talked to girl in thirty months
And she still want me to smash
Liking every post
Guess she still keeping tabs
It was moving slow
I was still in the lab
Niggas acting like this shit aint still up for grabs
Niggas looking like this niggas still got a bag
After all this time yeah bitch I'm still on yall ass
I was being to real
They wasnt tryna play fair
Stingy ass niggas
They aint never wanna share
I even offered bags for a verse
They aint care
But last time I checked
My money spend anywhere
Still protected dog when I knew I could of ruin him
Showed niggas love
But the hate still grew in him
Showed it with class like I'm grading my students
Gas still high
But the pape still fuel him
I'm foolin
Still mobbin
Still flexin
Still poppin
Still pressin
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
Still going
They still knowin
I'm still coming still roley still foreigns
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
I was still in the slums
They was stealing sauce
How yall get all the pape
And still under bossed
Still thinking bout the time I could of signed with Ross
Still think how I turned a twenty to a quarter water
And its still f*ck benihana and that court order
Just to let you niggas know it aint no horsing
Just to let you bitches know
It aint no shortage
Grower sent a hundred flavors
Gotta sort through em
And the was gone before they touched
I done soared through em
You dog if you plug give you the cord to him
Battle field front line
I got war wounds
I took my grind from the spizzy to the board room
Aye watch yo tongue around bro
He gotta short fuse
Barbecue a ham up
And smell the pork fumes
How you love her
And we tossed her like horse shoes
Read the bitch horoscope
She had a Taurus moon
Still mobbin
Still flexin
Still poppin
Still pressin
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
Still going
They still knowin
I'm still coming still roley still foreigns
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
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Still mobbin
Still flexin
Still poppin
Still pressin
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
Still going
They still knowin
I'm still coming still roley still foreigns
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
And these boys still living in the past
Still in my own lane
And they still want me to crash
Aint talked to girl in thirty months
And she still want me to smash
Liking every post
Guess she still keeping tabs
It was moving slow
I was still in the lab
Niggas acting like this shit aint still up for grabs
Niggas looking like this niggas still got a bag
After all this time yeah bitch I'm still on yall ass
I was being to real
They wasnt tryna play fair
Stingy ass niggas
They aint never wanna share
I even offered bags for a verse
They aint care
But last time I checked
My money spend anywhere
Still protected dog when I knew I could of ruin him
Showed niggas love
But the hate still grew in him
Showed it with class like I'm grading my students
Gas still high
But the pape still fuel him
I'm foolin
Still mobbin
Still flexin
Still poppin
Still pressin
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
Still going
They still knowin
I'm still coming still roley still foreigns
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
I was still in the slums
They was stealing sauce
How yall get all the pape
And still under bossed
Still thinking bout the time I could of signed with Ross
Still think how I turned a twenty to a quarter water
And its still f*ck benihana and that court order
Just to let you niggas know it aint no horsing
Just to let you bitches know
It aint no shortage
Grower sent a hundred flavors
Gotta sort through em
And the was gone before they touched
I done soared through em
You dog if you plug give you the cord to him
Battle field front line
I got war wounds
I took my grind from the spizzy to the board room
Aye watch yo tongue around bro
He gotta short fuse
Barbecue a ham up
And smell the pork fumes
How you love her
And we tossed her like horse shoes
Read the bitch horoscope
She had a Taurus moon
Still mobbin
Still flexin
Still poppin
Still pressin
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
Still going
They still knowin
I'm still coming still roley still foreigns
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
Still flexin
Still poppin
Still pressin
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
Still going
They still knowin
I'm still coming still roley still foreigns
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
And these boys still living in the past
Still in my own lane
And they still want me to crash
Aint talked to girl in thirty months
And she still want me to smash
Liking every post
Guess she still keeping tabs
It was moving slow
I was still in the lab
Niggas acting like this shit aint still up for grabs
Niggas looking like this niggas still got a bag
After all this time yeah bitch I'm still on yall ass
I was being to real
They wasnt tryna play fair
Stingy ass niggas
They aint never wanna share
I even offered bags for a verse
They aint care
But last time I checked
My money spend anywhere
Still protected dog when I knew I could of ruin him
Showed niggas love
But the hate still grew in him
Showed it with class like I'm grading my students
Gas still high
But the pape still fuel him
I'm foolin
Still mobbin
Still flexin
Still poppin
Still pressin
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
Still going
They still knowin
I'm still coming still roley still foreigns
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
I was still in the slums
They was stealing sauce
How yall get all the pape
And still under bossed
Still thinking bout the time I could of signed with Ross
Still think how I turned a twenty to a quarter water
And its still f*ck benihana and that court order
Just to let you niggas know it aint no horsing
Just to let you bitches know
It aint no shortage
Grower sent a hundred flavors
Gotta sort through em
And the was gone before they touched
I done soared through em
You dog if you plug give you the cord to him
Battle field front line
I got war wounds
I took my grind from the spizzy to the board room
Aye watch yo tongue around bro
He gotta short fuse
Barbecue a ham up
And smell the pork fumes
How you love her
And we tossed her like horse shoes
Read the bitch horoscope
She had a Taurus moon
Still mobbin
Still flexin
Still poppin
Still pressin
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
Still going
They still knowin
I'm still coming still roley still foreigns
I'm still out here
I'm still out here
Writer: Derek Talifer
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Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, O/B/O DistroKid