Still Testo
Testo Still
Yeah
Still gettin' hate, but my mind so still
Still right here, standin' up real still
Still love the game more than points, yeah, still
Still got a hunger like I'm tryna steal
Ooh (Yeah, fuck y'all), still (Still here, bitch)
Ooh (Yeah), still (Come on, listen, yeah)
Still got my publishing plus my masters (I do) Anything else is just fuckin' backwards (It is)
Bad bitches fall in love with bum rappers
Girl, you got finessed, I can't fuck after
'Cause what would that make me?
If I pay you attention, what would that pay me?
I need AEG to send me eighty B's
I need to not get pulled over by APD, damn
Still gettin' hate, but my mind so still (Yeah)
Still right here, standin' up real still (Still)
Still love the game more than points, yeah, still (Yup)
Still got a hunger like I'm tryna steal
Ooh (Yeah, fuck y'all), still (Still here, bitch)
Ooh (Yeah), still (Let me talk my shit, come on, come on, yeah)
Still don't care about expenditures (Nah)
Mailbox money, Tunecore, ten figures (M's)
Ten bitches mad at me, I'm downplayin' (I am)
Your whole life is my down payment (Sheesh)
My house maintenance could buy your last name (Hah) Known in the city like I sold out Chastain (Big time)
Go by Russ, I don't need a rap name (I don't)
I'm down to fuck up, I don't need to pass blame (Come on)
Drunk off my life 'til the point that I pass out (Yeah)
Still rollin' dice all night 'til I cash out (Yeah)
Bettin' on me, I'm the dealer, I'm the stacked house
North Carolina to Atlanta, Jerry Stackhouse
Your dream girl's here, I'm 'bout to blow her back out
Your dream world's here, you just never pulled the map out
But I did, I'm findin' that I should be cool
Let them act up, play themselves, be a fool, yeah, I'm still
Still gettin' hate, but my mind so still (Yeah)
Still right here, standin' up real still (Still)
Still love the game more than points, yeah, still (Yup)
Still got a hunger like I'm tryna steal
Ooh (Yeah, fuck y'all), still (Still here, bitch)
Ooh (Yeah), still (Come on)
Plaques in the mail, shout out UPS
You be mad, that's 'cause you be stressed
Haha, yeah
Still gettin' hate, but my mind so still
Still right here, standin' up real still
Still love the game more than points, yeah, still
Still got a hunger like I'm tryna steal
Ooh (Yeah, fuck y'all), still (Still here, bitch)
Ooh (Yeah), still (Come on, listen, yeah)
Still got my publishing plus my masters (I do) Anything else is just fuckin' backwards (It is)
Bad bitches fall in love with bum rappers
Girl, you got finessed, I can't fuck after
'Cause what would that make me?
If I pay you attention, what would that pay me?
I need AEG to send me eighty B's
I need to not get pulled over by APD, damn
Still gettin' hate, but my mind so still (Yeah)
Still right here, standin' up real still (Still)
Still love the game more than points, yeah, still (Yup)
Still got a hunger like I'm tryna steal
Ooh (Yeah, fuck y'all), still (Still here, bitch)
Ooh (Yeah), still (Let me talk my shit, come on, come on, yeah)
Still don't care about expenditures (Nah)
Mailbox money, Tunecore, ten figures (M's)
Ten bitches mad at me, I'm downplayin' (I am)
Your whole life is my down payment (Sheesh)
My house maintenance could buy your last name (Hah) Known in the city like I sold out Chastain (Big time)
Go by Russ, I don't need a rap name (I don't)
I'm down to fuck up, I don't need to pass blame (Come on)
Drunk off my life 'til the point that I pass out (Yeah)
Still rollin' dice all night 'til I cash out (Yeah)
Bettin' on me, I'm the dealer, I'm the stacked house
North Carolina to Atlanta, Jerry Stackhouse
Your dream girl's here, I'm 'bout to blow her back out
Your dream world's here, you just never pulled the map out
But I did, I'm findin' that I should be cool
Let them act up, play themselves, be a fool, yeah, I'm still
Still gettin' hate, but my mind so still (Yeah)
Still right here, standin' up real still (Still)
Still love the game more than points, yeah, still (Yup)
Still got a hunger like I'm tryna steal
Ooh (Yeah, fuck y'all), still (Still here, bitch)
Ooh (Yeah), still (Come on)
Plaques in the mail, shout out UPS
You be mad, that's 'cause you be stressed
Haha, yeah
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