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still runnin' - vyse o79 lyrics

i ‘member days when i couldn’t book time to record
i had to pay for that sh*t
nowadays, i be recordin’ sh*t when i get bored
and i get paid for that sh*t
i gotta testify life ain’t about what you got
it’s what you make of that sh*t
n*ggas be sayin’ they love you
they really be jealous
i stay away from that sh*t

i done came up and i’m still comin’
hundred miles in and i’m still runnin’
candy cane coupe, i’m still stuntin’
my ex salty she still subbin’
imma sip the lean til i feel somethin’
camoflauge on ‘cuz i’m bill huntin’
fillin’ up the pockets, i’m still stuffin’
i done hit ya b*tch and you still cuffin’

shoot me if i ever marry a skeezer
you n*ggas don’t like me
i don’t likе you either
i’m runnin’ sh*t til i got holes in my snеakers
my sh*t cost a thousand
yo’ sh*t a lil’ cheaper
i’m in the hood with the gangstas and demons
you pull up, your chain’ll get swiped like a visa
i swear this sh*t lookin’ like follow the leader
these n*ggas be copyin’ my whole demeanor
bankrolls on me, n*gga i got bankrolls, uh*huh
i keep big gas on me, i got a whole tank load, uh*huh
i need big cash, my n*gga need a brand new draco, uh*huh
shorty got big mad on me, can’t f*ck with no fake hoes, uh*huh, uh

i done came up and i’m still comin’
hundred miles in and i’m still runnin’
candy cane coupe, i’m still stuntin’
my ex salty she still subbin’
imma sip the lean til i feel somethin’
camoflauge on, ‘cuz i’m bill huntin’
fillin’ up the pockets, i’m still stuffin’
i done hit ya b*tch and you still cuffin’

i done came up and i’m still comin’
aye
i done came up and i’m still comin’
i was sixteen, goin’ flocka in the paint (flocka!)
my n*gga there ain’t no holdin’ me
i just got back two flips
yeah the stacks too thick
n*gga ain’t no foldin’ these

i came up easy, i know why they hate me
i make too much paper, they wanna erase me
i’m touchin’ a billion, f*ck how long it take me
me and ted bundlez is boutta go crazy
shooter from houston pull up with a rocket
and he gon’ put one in your back like mcgrady
dressin’ just like i grew up in the 90s
i’m hustlin’ like i grew up in the 80s
i know young n*ggas ain’t talkin’ now
i know, uh*huh
i keep my 9 low in my pocket
case a n*gga act macho, uh*huh
k!ll a n*gga tryna grab my cheese
motherf*cker that’s nachos, uh*huh, uh
all of my sh*t slappin’, on god
got me feelin’ like huncho, uh*huh

i done came up and i’m still comin’
hundred miles in and i’m still runnin’
candy cane coupe, i’m still stuntin’
my ex salty she still subbin’
imma sip the lean til i feel somethin’
camoflauge on, ‘cuz i’m bill huntin’
fillin’ up the pockets, i’m still stuffin’
i done hit ya b*tch and you still cuffin’

- vyse o79 lyrics

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