Styles P - Still Bangin (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

Nigga, you know the routine

Bitches is sayn I'm too mean

Women are sayn I'm too clean

New sweatsuit, new kicks and new jeans

New work, new block and new fiends

Playin' Biggie and Pac

My nigga, I clock G's

I told 'em niggas that I'm used to pain

I was Dope Boy Fresh before the boosters came

We might have the same guns, but they don't shoot the same

I still bang and I used to bang

Got a pretty ass bitch that'll booth the king

I kill the mic and leave the booth on flames

Fuck you and yo ice

Fuck around and take all yo life

If my dick get harder, oughta call yo wife

Run and kill yo army, take all yo stripes

Lemme switch it, my nigga, I get wicked

Ask who's betta than me and hear crickets

Ignorant and prolific, we can kick it

Pick a spot and stick it

I ain't fuckin' with niggas that's not with it

They say I look at the gun like I'm a critic

Yeah, I luv these shits

They got me lookin' at the bands like I luv these flips

Got a bag full of shrooms, yeah I luv these trips

Calm down, stay cool, go ______(?)

Milk gun, I can drown 'em if a pool close

I can break every bone if a tool close

Yeah, type of shit I think

No ice, no chaser, type of shit I drink

100 keys, 100 guns, type of shit I link

If he blink, put his brain a sink

And we wash him, we mobbin', nigga

You starvin', any type of beef

You know that my heat squashin'

Come fuck with the meat market

It's the hardest, nigga, I need tar pits

Yeah!