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letra de still sippin - lil scoom

[verse 1]
just me and my n-ggas
don’t hang with no rooks, play with us, you cooked, no bap, i hang with them k!llers
his first time in some fast sh-t, they really be splattin’ sh-t, now he can’t take no pictures (you aren’t even a cold breeze for my taz)
her and her friends popped out, they tryna get lit off weed, pills and all the liquor
you gotta catch you b or walk down on the opps to tell me that you is that n-gga
i’m on ig lookin’ all through her story and highlights, d-mn, her ass gettin’ thicker
claimin’ that he is a member, bounce out, we’ll get him, .62s what he ate for dinner
nah, we ain’t joy ridin’, we eithеr robbin’ or slidin’ to catch him in that blender
man, i can tell hе goofy, he doin’ all that sh-t for the hoes on insta’
i can really f-ck his b-tch, but i don’t really want that ho, her n-gga too tender, uh
ask the block, i rap and send out shots, talk hot sh-t and they spinnin’
spin out srts, big .223s, blue tips jumped out and bit him
hoss had k!lled my brother, i told his og, “don’t cry, we gon’ k!ll him”
we had went and slide, and now i’m mad, the four-nick’ d-mn near hit him
on the block goin’ live with choppers out, them hot cars, we gon’ flip ’em
hoes think that we rich, we ridin’ fast, propad, bae, we still ’em

[chorus]
b-tch, we still spinnin’
it’s three o’clock, my little ass still ain’t sleep and i’m still sippin’
tryna call a b-tch that i can lay up with, my b-tch been trippin’
she can leave and do what she wanna do, i ain’t mad ’cause i been pimpin’
ain’t no gettin’ away, pull right on the side of his ass, i see him limpin’
they know how we get, just spin and don’t talk sh-t, they ask what block we flippin’
on them hits, we catch one, then he done, get up, that chopper spittin’
hop out tossin’ sh-lls, it’s time slide, more shots ’cause i’m still bl!ckin’
[verse 2]
mm, b-tch, we get with it
who want smoke with us? like nardo said, glocks out, sh-t get wicked
we ain’t got no dreads, okay, that’s cool, still hop out, tap his fitted
opps mad, textin’ in they gc, they hoes tryna kick it
lyin’ to her friends, she can’t hide that sh-t, i know i hit it
moved ’em out the crib, but i can’t say too much, they don’t know who did it
this b-tch think she grown, tryna get drunk, throwin’ up, b-tch, know your limit
we like ridin’ strikers, srts and better know that it’s tinted
b-tch, i get wild
you with my opps and think you won’t get touched, man, switch the crowd
they know who i’m with, if drench don’t like your ass, then you get drowned
we still play with .9s, but pop out with ten milli’ and that b-tch loud

[chorus]
uh, b-tch, we still spinnin’
it’s three o’clock, my little ass still ain’t sleep and i’m still sippin’
tryna call a b-tch that i can lay up with, my b-tch been trippin’
she can leave and do what she wanna do, i ain’t mad ’cause i be pimpin’
ain’t no gettin’ away, pull right on the side of his ass, i see him limpin’
they know how we get, just spin and don’t talk sh-t, they ask what block we flippin’
on them hits, if we catch one, he done, get up, that chopper spittin’
hop out tossin’ sh-lls, it’s time leave, more shots ’cause i’m still bl!ckin’

- lil scoom

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