Still Won’t lyrics

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
And once your friends your enemies, this sh*t get tricky, n*gga (Tricky, n*gga)
Get you popped and ask, "Who shot ya?" Like I'm Biggie, n*gga (Like I'm Biggie, n*gga)
OG told me live my life 'cause I'm too risky wit' it (Risky)
And I could buy your little house and get your b*tch evicted (f*ck out)
Bounce that ass, b*tch, go on with your bad self
Lil' n*gga talk crazy, boy, I'll whip you with your dad's belt
It's way too much sweat up in your leggings, b*tch, your ass smell
He moved and thought that heaven was on earth 'til I come add hell
Macho man up on the Gram, but is you really that?
Better have the legs of Forrest Gump, b*tch, when this semi blast (Boom, boom)
You is not my mans, might nod my head, but you can't get a dab
And she like, "What's your needs, babe?" Not much, but you can give me cash
She want me now, but back then, the b*tch done did me bad
Shopping in Topanga with my b*tch, I feel like Trippie Redd
A lot of sh*t ain't adding up and I done did the math
A n*gga touch my chain up in this b*tch, I tear this b*tch in half, b*tch

[Chorus: Yhung T.O., DaBoii , Slimmy B]
D-Boii, where that Glock at?
It's on my hip, bro
Cold hearted, I can't trust sh*t
On my kinfolk
Choppa bullets get to flyin'
Make 'em get low
And I'd never cuff a b*tch
And I still won't
n*gga on the gang
[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
Ask about my name up in these streets, they know I'm certified
pus*y n*gga speakin' on the dead, then you deserve to die
Bro just got the drop, we load up chop, and that's a homicide
The truth is time is money, baby, I don't got the time to lie
Name a time you n*ggas slid, don't know who you n*ggas is
Don't know what you n*ggas 'bout or what you do or what you did
The streets talkin', they'll tell you since day one I been the nig
We been rockin' out on n*ggas like a baby in a crib
And I got choppa in the house 'cause it's like eighty in the crib
Never wash my own clothes 'cause I got baby in the crib
Before I jumped up off the porch, all I wanted was a Benz
Now I got three cribs, I got three whips
I got three chains, I got three sticks up in this whip
Ain't nobody safe up in this b*tch
Coulda went and bought the car but put the Wraith up on my wrist
She put heart eyes on my pic, he put a whoopin' on his b*tch
And brodie packin' n*ggas out just for looking in his b*tch, gang

[Chorus: Yhung T.O., DaBoii , Slimmy B]
D-Boii, where that Glock at?
It's on my hip, bro
Cold hearted, I can't trust sh*t
On my kinfolk
Choppa bullets get to flying
Make 'em get low
And I'd never cuff a b*tch
And I still won't
n*gga on the gang
[Verse 3: Slimmy B]
'Ight, n*gga, be cool (Be cool)
This MAC could knock a n*gga out his shoes (Boom, boom, ah)
Hella Glocks and poles when we cruise (When we cruise)
f*ckin' with them suckas, boy, you n*ggas get it too (Ah)
Wild n*gga with a couple loose screws (Loose screws)
Pocket full of dubs with a couple loose blues (Loose blues)
Big body Benz, pull up in a new coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
n*ggas know that I'm a shooter and my n*ggas shoot too (Shoot too)
See a opp, bounce out, sh*t, f*ck it (sh*t, f*ck it)
New Glock hold thirty, I'ma dump it (I'ma dump it)
All night, outside, b*tch, we thuggin' (b*tch, we thuggin')
SRT Hellcat, this ain't no bucket
f*ck a n*gga, f*ck a b*tch, I need bands (Need bands)
Blowin' fifties, blowin' hundreds 'cause I can ('Cause I can)
See a opp, he better pray this b*tch jam (b*tch jam)
Pop a n*gga, pop his b*tch and his friends (Boom, boom)

[Chorus: Yhung T.O., DaBoii , Slimmy B]
D-Boii, where that Glock at?
It's on my hip, bro
Cold hearted, I can't trust sh*t
On my kinfolk
Choppa bullets get to flying
Make 'em get low
And I'd never cuff a b*tch
And I still won't
n*gga on the gang