Skora - Still Lyrics

Stil
Running fast
Still foot on the gas
Hit em in the chest
Now he wearing toe tag
Open up the whip, it's cold like Maytag
Open up the lips, she wet like Slip slide
Opps don't post IP
Cause we gone come find
Playing hiding and seek, look they outside
Hit em up
I keep the facetime
Get the ref, tech on my side

Thumbing through the racks like I can't find the right size
Hit it from the back I make it clap like good job
Pistol on the dresser grab that shit like alarm
F*cked up on probation lil bro still keep clutching the nine

Gas I'm wit it
Hitting the blunt
It's a pound in my kidneys
Drink out the bottle
Imma drown like Whitney
Don't f*ck groupies
Get the f*ck out my business
When the f*ck is Mississippi gone acquit me

Flick light up some pressure I'm dizzy
Spin on a opp like a repeat button
Benjamin
Left her limping
Sinning
F*ck your forgiveness
What is a witness
Church it meant they simping
Telling they business to sinners
I just be hanging with winners
My babies my girl
They more realer
My babies more gangsta than niggas
Showing us love when they with us
Showing us love from a distance
Sleepy hollow my pistol
Still...
Still running fast
Still foot on the gas
Hit em in the chest
Now he wearing toe tag
Open up the whip, it's cold maytag
Open up the lips, she wet Slip slide
Opps don't post IP
Cause we gone come find
Playing hiding and seek, look they outside
Hit em up
I keep the facetime
Get the ref, tech on my side

Yeah...I've been vibing
Getting high on drugs they keep providing
My mind been spinning from drama, I'm tryna stop the violence
Sounds of sirens, please forgive me for those f*cking times
It was enticing like Tyson, I'm f*cking biting tyrants
Like keeping quiet is the only way around a sleepy giant
But l'm too smart for you niggas, they tryna keep me silenced
Especially when I bring em smoke, like I'm applying science
I climb the climate, I'm getting higher than a f*cking pilot
Flying to islands with bitches, I gotta keep shit private
Finding confinement
Won't sign a contract until I read the writing
Feels like I'm shining like diamonds, a nigga steady rhyming
It takes precise and timing just to be this exciting
But you're not sacrificing shit, shit feels like Jesus dying
Y'all niggas follow them trends, but can't read the Bible
I'll hit a nigga bitch like nothing, they say I'm being spiteful
Just feels like my life's a cycle, Of being accused like I'm Michael

Yeah...foot on the gas
Taking the spot, I just laugh
Hitting ya bitch cause she nasty
Why these niggas always mad
Run up this bread like the flash
Still foot on the gas
I'll put my foot in ya ass
These bitches be f*cking for cash