YSB Reggie & SupaMeek - Still Tippin Lyrics

Had a partner that folded up under that pressure It made me better, her steppin' no glizzy
Inside of that fin Don't wanna fade, rockin' with plexi or metal
Come get on my level, been had the juice Nigga gon' do what I tell him, change up the
Weather I'm harder than brail

Ten every week, it was 2K or zero You can ask, buy me proof
Still tippin' like I was on juice Still tippin' that Keisha, quay of that Trish
Tippin' my nigga, he came on a lick Tippin' the bestie, she came on a dick
Squirtin' just off of the flick of my wrist And it better not leak on this drip

He leaked the story, I switched up my gear to a monkey suit
B-A-N-A-N-A-S Clip curved just like that
Nigga better run my check At my best, bet she answer my text
Don't want the shit by the neck in the vid Hell with depression, learned my lesson

Don't believe shit when he gressin' Talkin' that shit like we're reverend', he lyin
Cap'n, wipe his ass off with a napkin
Cap'n, wipe his ass off with a napkin
Cap'n, wipe his ass off with a napkin

He leaked the story, I switched up my gear to a monkey suit
B-A-N-A-N-A-S Clip curved just like that
Nigga better run my check At my best, bet she answer my text
Don't want the shit by the neck in the vid Hell with depression, learned my lesson

Don't believe shit when he gressin' Talkin' that shit like we're gravin', he lyin
Cap'n, wipe his ass off with a napkin Money talked good when it's rushed out of traffic
I'm beatin' the block, believe it or not Heard my respect from Malak in the soft

Nigga might say that he's too soft for me Got in the grid and they broke in the lock
Heaven says then it was big pressure, big pressure
Next nigga try me, they rollin' to mine Watch him cross up
High tech, keep that walk instead Quakin' Trish, purple red

Cup so muddy, oh you mad Shit so sweet, I float the pad
Stop right there, he sold you, what
K-Roll must not pour enough Don't blaze, but I might hit this J
Cause damn, she sexy, rollin' up Faded, been like this for days

Hate, I jumped, I found my way Won't speak on that, let's go get paid
Still tippin' like I'm from the H-C Partner banging grape , make me think
Bout activists Two hydros, think bout clappin' it
You top my line, I rap it, tag it Rich off drink, I found my passion

Quakin' Newark, how that happen
See my future, wild out magic Let me be high, wild out tragic
Trendin', I ain't gotta follow no fashion Big stepper, Q-Dog, no cappin
Line after line after line after line Nigga, baby bottles, new fashion