We still sick, we still hood, we still life, still's most still drinking, still staying alive
Still taking care of children or whatever
Still scrap
We just still, we just still
He say that he a gangsta, but I heard a nigga smacked him
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums
still serving em out magnums
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums
still serving em out magnums
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums
still serving em out magnums
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums
still serving em out magnums
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums
still serving em out magnums
Lil homie want an order three
That I'm only selling quarter piece right now
You can give me twelve fifty, three and a quarter for the zippers
I'm selling Christmas trees with purple ornaments, won't see no sticks or seeds
Ain't paying for the pussy, I pay for the bitch to leave
When I'm paying for the cookies, like highway robbery, I get the shits so cheep
Don't play me for no pussy
Tryin to rob her, got this big OE
As I recall I get at niggas that call themselves slick destiny
If I ain't in a rental I'm in that low low with them tints and them dents
Charge me with intent when they find there's dope in the vent
Thirty thousand spent for all this drow my people sent
Come and get a sack if bout my flow you not convinced
I got a whiff for every day of the week
Was stolen two own rims
Got two parked at my hoe house
I ain't got no motherfuckin sense
Still servin, still servin
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums
still serving em out magnums
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums
still serving em out magnums
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums
still serving em out magnums
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums
still serving em out magnums
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums
still serving em out magnums
Riding around with me, myself, and I and they all gonna shoot
So why's this pack so fucking loud, I got the volume on mute
Mr Five Point Six, Mr Five Point Six
Why they call you that I'm trying to sell you five quarters out this shit
Hey, aren't you all star Ask me something stupid like why I got these jars all in the car
I know all of the cuts to get back to the spot
Rap like I'm strapped with a Glock, some rock in my socks
Started selling rocks because the scent was kind of hot
Sold a hundred, hundred packs of zanex
One short, hundred pack to pop
Thirty round on that F and A, it's actually not a Glock
My sell was wine, my scare was dying
Took the battery out my watch, I'm still serving
Still, still
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums
still serving em out magnums
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums
still serving em out magnums
He say that he a gangsta, but I heard a nigga smacked him