Still Going In lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, aye, aye

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
I said they heard that I'm a boss, I gotta motherf*cking prove it
Freezer full a n*ggas, she like "Quan, you the coolest"
b*tch, you watching me like a motherf*cking movie
I got four hoes a piece in the pool and my jacuzzi, toothless
Cuz I'm spittin' like a motherf*cking infant, ruthless
Top gone and I'm ridin' on skinnies, Coupes
Her top gone and she hidin' behind the tinted, dueces
To them f*ck n*ggas who never thought I wouldn't be sh*t
On some G sh*t, MOB sh*t, that Louie V on me
And I keep it like a free b*tch, that Glock 40 on me (not you n*ggas)
And I'm back off in the kitchen, you don't know about it
The pack have 'em itching, just like poison ivy
I got GPS bullets that will go and find him
Name a n*gga better than me, I'm a go and sign him
All my n*ggas eye to eye, never go behind him
Tell yo ho remind him, chop and screw rewind him

[Verse 2: RichHomie Quan]
Okay now, since it's hard to find me, binoculars see me farther
In trap like a spider, my name should be Peter Parker
Blowing that Mary Jane while popping them Green Goblins
Dora hanging off the hinges from keeping them fiends knocking
I got ounces in my jean pocket, thats how we rocking
With a check like Nike I could never Rebok it
If Nard ain't got no more 82, he gone have to ship it
Geometric numbers call me the math mathematician
I'm a add it, then subtract it, move the pack in the fastest
Stretch it backwards, like elastic, dramatic
Money convo I can't hear a hater
How could I forget the baking soda in the refrigerator
[Hook: RichHomie Quan] [x2]
I'm still going in on these n*gga's asses (x2)
I refuse to grab a pen on these n*gga's asses
I got the torch now and I don't know if I'm a pass it