Lyrics

[Intro] Next one I'm bringing in right now yeah I say it's kind of emotional - So listen carefully This is what we go through every day And it seems like the same thing keeps going on Whether it's shotting drugs, getting by on a 9 to 5 or straight greazing the roads This is how we're going in yeah [Hook: Krept, Konan] Still let it pop, still with the Luger Still with the dogs, still with the shooters Same shit (Same shit, over and over) Still with the clique, still on the grind Still with the clip, still with the nine Same shit (Same shit, over and over) Still with my dons, still with the OG's Still got a gun, still got my own heat Same shit (Same shit, over and over) Still I'm spitting with Krept Still I'm spitting with Kones Still we're spitting with reds (Same shit, over and over) [Verse 1: Konan] Down for the quick cheese Got your girlfriend getting down like I'm big [?] No clothes, yeah let's touch down for the striptease Quick [?] now she's got a mouthful of pitneys Body on the front, round town in my logo And I'm taking the drug pounds and the brick keys What goes around comes around like a frisbee So I squeeze down and the pound put you six deep Digging deep down in the ground, you'll be ghost more Soul near the sky with the clouds and the ozone Squeeze down, copper tip rounds if you roll close Ain't got nutting but clowns in your postcode Body on the front, round town in my logo [?] better get down, get your dome blown White gold chain on your neck Hit him in the throat with the pound, turn it rose gold Right now put the mic down 'cause the throne's Kones All black strally in the back of the taxi Clap that, leave you with more than a coco Girlfriend tell me calm down 'cause I'm loco Stunt on, you get jumped on if you hold dough Can't stop staring at the ring, call me Frodo Hole in your head same size as a polo Mac take off the left side of your Polo [Hook: Krept, Konan] Still let it pop, still with the Luger Still with the dogs, still with the shooters Same shit (Same shit, over and over) Still with the clique, still on the grind Still with the clip, still with the nine Same shit (Same shit, over and over) Still with my dons, still with the OG's Still got a gun, still got my own heat Same shit (Same shit, over and over) Still I'm spitting with Krept Still I'm spitting with Kones Still we're spitting with reds (Same shit, over and over) [Verse 2: Krept] Bullets come out of hand 'til we clip dem Click comes out in my hand so we stick that Shit comes out of the stick and into your wig You prick, and aim where you think I jump out the whip on the block you linger round Niggas drop when I hit that pound You'll be injured, ouch Left on the strip with the docs to fix your crown My fifth all over your back I'll clap my stick all over your hat Clicks all over the map Clips all over my back I'll have my stick all over your trap I'll have your shit all over your pants I'll have your wig all over the flat Point blank, have your image all over the strap I'll have a nigga six foot deeper When I creep up on a ejiat with a heater Squeeze, I'll have a boy looking like a retard Have your head rocking like a seesaw Squeeze off, something getting stuck in the faggot Squeeze off, something getting stuck in your Adam's I'm G'd off, no rebore so nothing getting stuck in my cannon [Hook: Krept, Konan] Still let it pop, still with the Luger Still with the dogs, still with the shooters Same shit (Same shit, over and over) Still with the clique, still on the grind Still with the clip, still with the nine Same shit (Same shit, over and over) Still with my dons, still with the OG's Still got a gun, still got my own heat Same shit (Same shit, over and over) Still I'm spitting with Krept Still I'm spitting with Kones Still we're spitting with reds (Same shit, over and over) [Outro] And yeah I hear that man Same shit over and over It's fucked up