Still Gon Go lyrics

[Verse 1: Real Boston Richey]
Ain't gotta be up in the city, this Bubba still gon' go
Ain't gotta go and do no killings, that n*gga still gon' go (For sure)
I ain't gotta go and sign no deal, n*gga, I'm still gon' blow
You put that trust up in that b*tch, n*gga, she still gon' go
You movin' mad wocky, you movin' mad c*cky
I keep switchin' up all my swag, it make it hard for n*ggas to copy
I don't like a messy b*tch, but when you suck it, bae, do it sloppy
I don't like the messy sh*t, never put my hands up on your body
Like my b*tches to be robotic, buyin' bags, know that's my hobby
What the f*ck the world comin' to? I'm doin' a song with Yachty
What the f*ck the world comin' to? Everybody think they 'bout it
The young n*ggas don't even want no money, they tryin' to catch a body

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Ridin' 'round the city with my curtains closed
I ain't did no shows, still pullin' in eight O's
I been pourin' cold fours, now they love the kid
I been thinkin' 'bout revenge and I'll never miss
Huh, fee-fi, keep an F&N for all my foes
Always on my toes, slidin' 'round in Rolls
I ain't talkin' еlection when I say she atе that pole
I'ma sip the cup while she heat up with the cold

[Interlude: Real Boston Richey]
Yeah, talk to 'em for a minute, hold on, uh
[Verse 3: Real Boston Richey]
I'm tired of bein' humble, I'm back on n*ggas' bumpers
I ran it up bein' a runner, all A's, give me my honors
My b*tch want me to be stuck up in her ass just like a romper
But, bae, I'm out here trappin' and I'm rappin', doin' numbers
New day, I'm out here stabbin', I bought my Maybach out the Honda
No way I'm goin' for none of that sh*t you talkin', I can't stumble
No way I'm goin' for none of these b*tches, they can't bring me honor
Now let me pop my sh*t, matter fact, give me my stick
n*ggas tweakin' in this b*tch like they done popped off on a jig
I ain't choose a side, but gotta know I'm dyin' 'bout who I'm with
Doin' music now, but I was the one who was breakin' in your sh*t

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Ain't even, they don't even know this n*gga, they still gon' go
Ain't even pull the 'Rari out, the Track' still gon' go
Ain't have to tell my doctor to get it, but I'm still on a four