Still Tenz Video (MV)

Belled down the plug, yo what you got still
Bell studio, book me a slot still
Hit trap, I ain't new to the shots still
Opps looking grot quite a lot, thinking what still?
Niggas getting locked, niggas on the block still
If it's one on ones, man are getting rocked still
If I'm in your box, I'm scoring from the spot still
Tryna be a boss, you're a doss, hope you rot still
Redline a Audi switch to a Beamer
Entrepreneur don't call me a dealer
Sometimes quiet but always a schemer
Don't make make me stand on your porch with a beater
Little nigga what you know about aim
When your mans in court yeah you throw about blame
You don't know about going out bait
Sitting paz in the back 'cause of slowing down jakes
In the hot ends, man hasn't got friends
Never had gwop then still got top tens
I get tens now, pull a Benz out
Don't make a sound but you know the 'Dam pengs loud
Loud packs got you flying like who though
Tunes haffi do but who would've knew though
Bars from a kid, all hard never shit
Park up and skid, in the hardest of whips
Belled down the plug, yo what you got still
Bell studio, book me a slot still
Hit trap, I ain't new to the shots still
Opps looking grot quite a lot, thinking what still?
Niggas getting locked, niggas on the block still
If it's one on ones, man are getting rocked still
If I'm in your box, I'm scoring from the spot still
Tryna be a boss, you're a doss, hope you rot still
I Don't want a friend, I've got peng, and a raw rizz
You know the weed's too loud, so how, can you talk shit
That's right keep shtum, with your gassed lips
Now I'm about, so how, can you chat shit
Anybody out, coming with criticism
Running their mouth, tryna talk down, on my lyricism
How about, these clowns come and pick a riddim
And I'll let my little niggas little nigga spin him
That's right it's as easy as that
Man chat pon track like they've been in trap
They ain't ever stepped in the greaziest flats
Sitting back getting gassed while your cleaning a wap no
Small talkers, they're all raucous
Bunch of dead drivers Paul Walkers
You don't go ham, well I don't know fam
I touch hearts, with my bars, like slow jams
Belled down the plug, yo what you got still
Bell studio, book me a slot still
Hit trap, I ain't new to the shots still
Opps looking grot quite a lot, thinking what still?
Niggas getting locked, niggas on the block still
If it's one on ones, man are getting rocked still
If I'm in your box, I'm scoring from the spot still
Tryna be a boss, you're a doss, hope you rot still
You think your hard but your soft you're a joke man
I spit bars after dark 'til my flow bangs
Sick cars whipping past got you so prang
If it's war then I'm sure that you won't bang
I know dons, I know about heads
But I go about business and throw about bread
10 10 peng gets me gassed on the regs
Can't catch me with dead weed bangingest Zs
C to the 6, been in the bits
Packs haffi flip in the meanest of whips
Pull up, jump out, then I'm dealing it quick
Calls for a tick get me creasing a bit
On a hot block, outside non stop
Clip full of sweets, what you mean, 'bout one pop
Full mag, in a bag, for your rass kid
But it's mad, when I rap, I'm an artist