li rye – still in the a lyrics
[chorus]
f+ck n+gga how you gon’ ban me from the a and ye’en got no rank?
i really leave sh+t stained, put opps in blanks, this sh+t ain’t what you think
rip [?], you gon’ get spanked, we treat yo’ brother like paint
been tryna’ elevate, cut this sh+t i know we penetrate
ain’t never shot a n+gga, shot a pistol, how the f+ck you a k!ller?
in ’19 dropped a n+gga, still dropping n+ggas, counting racks, this sh+t getting bigger
i don’t wanna drop them diamonds, i woulda went went and got 20 from doctor little
say i’m a junkie, b+tch i’m rich, pop percocet like skittles
i’m ’bouta fly out your little b+tch, nut in her mouth then [?]
i went to war in rentals with sticks before i knew that i had rhythm
came from nothin’ b+tch, i had sh+t when we had chick fil a for christmas
these f+ck n+ggas be on d+ck, they get mad i ain’t f+ckin’ with ’em
[verse]
you keep your bucket n+gga, you ain’t never shot a pistol
you ain’t never shot a n+gga, and you ain’t never dropped a n+gga
in these streets yeen’ known for sh+t, use to f+ck with me switched starting eating a n+gga d+ck
it ain’t even about a song, you just be acting like a b+tch
and you know what i’m on, you know me in real life, so why you dissin’?
i dropped that bag and make your partner sn+tch [?] send me the ticket
i’ma be there soon and if i catch you boy you better have your bl!cky
’cause you know this sh+t get sticky
ion’ even know why you playing with me
n+ggas steal my flow but ion’ say sh+t cause i wanna see them win
i’m tryna f+ck on your sister b+tch, stop calling me twin
studio gangster you never spin
on 10k i’m smoking 10
send my lo’, i sent my lo, this n+gga b+tchin’ let’s get it in
shots rippi’g through, they hit the floor
can’t take no more, this choppa big
get hit some more, knock of his fro’
f+ck 952, that’s what it is
you n+ggas never dropped a opp, you n+gga do not handle biz’
don’t even know why i’m responding to you b+tches
[chorus]
f+ck n+gga how you gon’ ban me from the a and ye’en got no rank?
i really leave sh+t stained, put opps in blanks, this sh+t ain’t what you think
rip [?], you gon’ get spanked, we treat yo’ brother like paint
been tryna’ elevate, cut this sh+t i know we penetrate
ain’t never shot a n+gga, shot a pistol, how the f+ck you a k!ller?
in ’19 dropped a n+gga, still dropping n+ggas, counting racks, this sh+t getting bigger
i don’t wanna drop them diamonds, i woulda went went and got 20 from doctor little
say i’m a junkie, b+tch i’m rich, pop percocet like skittles
i’m ’bouta fly out your little b+tch, nut in her mouth then [?]
i went to war in rentals with sticks before i knew that i had rhythm
came from nothin’ b+tch, i had sh+t when we had chick fil a for christmas
these f+ck n+ggas be on d+ck, they get mad i ain’t f+ckin’ with ’em
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