Still Having

Lyrics

[Intro] (BeatGang) Ooh, this what we doin'? (What up, Stuntman?) Alright (Stuntman) KrispyLife [Verse] I got two tries with two ropes, this expensive-ass double dutch Pops had a bag in '96 and he fucked it up My bitch was discouraged 'bout her stomach, bought her tummy tuck He tried to race the 'Cat in his oldie and fucked his Cuddy up Never wanted the smoke, I hated the smell when they be burnin' seeds That made me not want no weed Got a different type of high, I want the Percs with the lean Don't let that 7.62 hit that spine, it'll bust your spleen Nigga dissеd me, ain't get no reply, thought I was gon' writе him back They say dog like that, I'm finna slide back Young bald nigga just shootin', somebody find Scats Caught nigga tryna wash his clothes, left him in the laundromat Beat his ass in the worst way, I'm half Tyson In order to be my bitch, you gotta have license You had big dog push up on me, now you got a half lion We wet dog cat up, now he got a half lion Unc' on the block tell us to chill, but that pressure up I don't think enough enough, I ain't gon' be lettin' up Your bitch ain't never get no money, she got blessed with nut You would've never been in this if you wasn't been actin' tough Clip longer than a mic stand Took them last breaths, that was the end of his lifespan Left him with a closed casket, it was a light man The pallbearers ain't have to break a sweat Every time I step outside, the hoes break they neck It ain't shit to call them apes, all I do is gotta bang my chest I got a neck clean up anywhere, I done made my mess In my backyard, I got a water fountain A nigga takin' somethin' from me? I hardly doubt it Don't just thumbin' through this dog shit, I'm hardly countin' New crib got three living rooms, I need all-new couches Cartier, huh, white buff boys Of course, I came with my gun, I can't come noid I can't come noid, I can't come noid Fuck naw, I can't come noid