still knockin

still knocking that beatking

grippin' wood when i roll up

still reppin' that purp shit

hater nigga better hold up

still knocking that beatking

riding slab with three screens

with a mixed bitch she on coke

she on lean

she see things

studewood that h-shit

trill nigga no fake shit

broke niggas on my dick but that's why i used to kiss your bitch face with

northside i rep that

like keke i'm a don nigga

i don't smoke i'm paranoid in vip i got a gun nigga

been shot at

i shot back

on the road try to stack that mill

these thirsty hoes be at all my shows

throwin' ass these nigga wanna kill me

my manager is my baby mama

she with that drama

we want that check

if you ain't got that paper

no conversation

don't say shit to me

no disrespect

5 years deep in the game

still stackin' cheese for the fam

2 15's in the back

let my trunk wave

still knocking that beatking

grippin' wood when i roll up

still reppin' that purp shit

hater nigga better hold up

still reppin' that purp shit

top down at a limelight

bitch you get in my slab you sucking dick hoe get your mind right

i shine bright like eight suns

v life hoe shake some

northside we texan

what's up to that southside

they top down

they drippin' sauce

my whip clean paint drippy gloss

bitches to boss

but i'm not slim

my pockets the opposite

curve a boppy bitch at metropolis

my wrist on some hockey shit

skate hoe

club god i stack pesos

flow hard like

my dick in your bitch face tho

and she kiss you in your mouth she fake bro

that's fucked up

texas hammer gangs what's up

it's fuck you if it's fuck us

i'm too trill

still packing and still

still knocking that beatking

grippin' wood when i roll up

still reppin' that purp shit

hater nigga better hold up