Still Flossin

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Webbo] Getting money off the iPhone Shooting trips, coming back home with all pros Shout out to my niggas in the O, we get it in Young [?] Calumbous niggas in Cleveland Pulling up to the booth, 'bout to make a mess Eastside nigga, plugged in on the west Oh you really fucked up, I can see your stress And I'm the head nigga in charge, like my nigga Pesh 5 50's back to back, me and my nigga Lou Looking like I got a deal, [?] blues Only time I'm in the kitchen, when I'm whipping work I really live that bag life, while you niggas purp And I don't need no nigga, I shoot my trips on my own You can catch me riding in foreign, [?] You might catch me at the bar, posted up with my [?] Rest in peace [?], and the great lake ruler [Chorus: Tax Holloway] Still flossin [?] whips that cost too much Got beans and lean, you need to talk to us Got pitns to pour, seeled up, chasing racks Syrup Gang getting money, igga, face the facts Still flossin [?] rides that cost too much Got [?] and [?], [?] bosses [?] Our watches glo, the rings and chains to match Green Guys getting money, who [?] like that [Verse 2: Peezy] Boss like us, gold chains, all white buffs Jeans hold 8 G's, man, that shit play cheese N the grove back then, I couldn't serve the fiends Now I drop the bag off, to who control they team Ghetto Boys, Syrup Gang, fuck [?] coming Only thing new around us, is a new blue hundred When I linked up with Webb, I only had two hundred Year later, nigga, I can buy a new coupe running [?] cold, igga, we fuck all these hoes Get money, fuck bitches, yeah, that's all we know Crew full of road runners, we hit all these roads Curtisy of these Ac pints and all green boes Ever see us in the club, know [?] ain't with me Live a life tax free, because we tax these niggas You ain't never fell off, and got back in, nigga You gon' lie about the shit, then don't rap then, nigga [Chorus: Tax Holloway] Still flossin [?] whips that cost too much Got beans and lean, you need to talk to us Got pitns to pour, seeled up, chasing racks Syrup Gang getting money, igga, face the facts Still flossin [?] rides that cost too much Got [?] and [?], [?] bosses [?] Our watches glo, the rings and chains to match Green Guys getting money, who [?] like that [Verse 3: Tax Holloway] Listen, I just tell it how it really is White put me on, back when I was still a kid I was getting it in, spitting shit I really live Dogging all these hoes, I don't think I know what feelings is Silver Benz, with the [?] ceiling is Niggas hate I talk about money, cause they'll never see it In the A, I be shining like a motherfucker But in the D, I be grimy than a motherfucker It's no trust, only rinding with my blood brothers But I ain't never slipping, nigga, try me, and them guns busting A young hustler, I get it out the mud I wash dirty money, then I'm cleaning out the tub E leaving out the club, and then whip through the lane Say money can't buy love, but it'll get you through the pain The Chetter Gang, free [?] and my nigga [?] Fucking with my nigga Webb, and we rep the east [Chorus: Tax Holloway] Still flossin [?] whips that cost too much Got beans and lean, you need to talk to us Got pitns to pour, seeled up, chasing racks Syrup Gang getting money, igga, face the facts Still flossin [?] rides that cost too much Got [?] and [?], [?] bosses [?] Our watches glo, the rings and chains to match Green Guys getting money, who [?] like that