STILL TIPPIN STILL SPENDIN

[Intro]
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
(Greatest motherfuckin' rapper, man)
(Fuck what these motherfucker gotta say man, nigga)
(Fuck ya next man, nigga, I'm the best man)

[Verse]
Three-shot pies for niggas who think it's sweet
I can't be in the mix, I'm solo D
Two hours right on that road, feel like a week
I been too high cracking that code, feel like a geek
She take one pill, upping the ante, now she a freak
Made one mill', stop working, he think he Meek
It took four summers to get it back, now I'm complete
I'll take zero of yo' flows, lil' nigga, you can't compete
You'll take stands over petty lil' shit, yo' homies weak
This lil' bitch sucking dick too good, think she a leech
ClеarPort trips to the A, feel like I'm Meech
It was six niggas in on that cup, high obsoletе
Treat a nigga bitch like a slut, then press delete (gone)
Tinted windows for all my niggas 'cause we a fleet
You'll never hear my breath without a fee
Lil' pics with that weak-ass gun, now it's a tee
I done fucked around, sprained my thumb counting this cheese
And I got ninety-nine problems stuffed down in Louis V's
Put a nigga bitch on money, she down to please
Ever since the car turned push, been losing keys

[Outro]
(Lil' bitch ass nigga)
(30)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Pimpin' ain't simpin' nigga, you niggas trippin')
(Get that motherfuckin' money, man)
You don't believe in-you don't believe in-you don't believe in
(Yeah, fuck 'em)