Still in Shocc lyrics

[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse]
I'm back and charged up, b*tch, I'm still in shock
Got a fifty round drum, tryna fit a Glock
On that "Out The Slums" verse, first to mention switches
Can't even whip out on these n*ggas 'cause these n*ggas b*tches
And nowadays, the rap blogs, they support the snitches
And f*ck the government, they got protection for the witness
But they ain't got nothin' for the younger n*gga in the trenches
And wonder why these lil' n*ggas turnin' into gremlins
Chunky 10 millimeter, that's a large pistol
You gotta cover mе with bands like some scar tissue
n*ggas dyin', you don't ridе, you just start dissin'
You lil' n*ggas never slide like your cars missin'
Syrup got me agitated, f*ck around and wet somethin'
Limbs must have got amputated, we ain't see you step once
They Charger be aggravated, rifle shoot through Teflon
Used to have them glasses, I was Urkel, now I'm Stefan
Uh, icy, drummer chain pricey
Hammer so big, cut a hole in my white tee
I did all the steppin', I should have my own Nikes
I know n*ggas welcomin' me home don't like me
I'm back and I'm still strapped, loaded in the backseat
Seatbelt click like the blick when we clap heat
Escalade seat warmers, b*tch, it's just a button, chopper turn these fake-ass steppers to some athletes
Track and field, I'm slidin' still, so lit that I don't have to yield
Yellow diamonds lookin' like the corn growin' in Vacaville
I bought me some land in there, a farmer when I have to chill
Every time it's harvest season, snatch these gnats up out the field
Indoor, out, don't know n*gga how to tattletale
n*ggas be so broke, they couldn't tell you if your diamonds real
Or tell you what an Aston is, he thought I drove a Genesis
The logo look the same, but check the changes, see the differences
Sum it up, I'm rich as sh*t, you got lit, I was with your b*tch
Only time these rappers goin' viral's when these n*ggas snitch
Guess I should've folded like the Samsung Galaxy
b*tch, I keep a blower like I got a lot of allergies
Sneezy, easy, b*tch, they call me greedy
Prison time was hard, studio time easy
I did so much steppin', I could battle Chris Breezy
Dancin' on the brick, brainwashed by Jeezy
Thug motivation, all my n*ggas 103 me
b*tch, I been that n*gga right there like Chingy
Goin' back to Cali' 'cause I know my city need me
We lost Nipsey Hussle, lost Kobe, lost Gigi
Lost Drakeo the Ruler, lost Ketchy from the Stinc Team
Missed all of they funerals 'cause Texas ain't release me
Please do not be stupid how you movin' when you meet me
Better have a glizzy and a shooter when you greet me
[Outro]
b*tch, I'm still in shock
b*tch, I'm still in shock