Still Got It

(I got Mikey, we f*ck shit up) Long live all the guys, yeah Threelyfe x cbg bitch, yaeh It's montana, you already know who it is I took a break from this shit, they thought I fell off Naw bitch, I'm coming back, harder then ever You hear me? I can't keep faking this shit How everybody switch this shit took a left turn, but it's cool Been making shit happen for me and my people Told bro this shit back, let me do what I do Nut was twitching on the backseat Niggas still dissing, tell them boys get at me Tryna step on anybody, dissing on three Run down on Lil' Ton, he haul ass like a track meet Stepping just like LG, might leave out with nine kills Screaming SBG, I'm tryna show them how that nine feel Big frontstreetK bitch, I'm always on the front line When them sticks get to hitting, bitches sound like a drum line Shot from the drac, had him twitching on the backseat Opps ain't trying to kill bout them guys, if you ask me In the back of a scat, getting top from a freak Pop out like your granny with switches on me Post on the block, bro, just dropped off a pack I go get a whole p, shake it down to some G's Ain't rocking designer, but I'm in the back of a bens With your bitch got her face on my jeans Ain't shooting in no houses, walk down, get your face hit Long Live LG, he the one got nut head hit Might f*ck on a opp hoe, go burn up her head And I just want top so bitch, please close your legs These niggas just rapping, they ain't really trapping He dissing on three, tell that boy to get active Josh and Kirk fighting cases I know if they wasn't they'll be on my side, on these f*ck niggas ass They think Jb sweet, Cause he don't really say too much Little do they know, that boy drill with a passion Screaming free Snoop and LongLive LG the real evil twins, the real soul snatchers And one thing about it, no matter the situation We gon' always have each other back And I'ma keep knocking shit to the feds take me down Or cancer kill me, nigga, that's just that Bust down the brick, then go bust down my neck Tryna flood the whole team with a flawless patek Could've moved to the A, started popping my shit But I stayed on the block with the guys cause I wanted to Can't take you serious, boy, I see the hoe in you Give up the low, I pop out, put that pole on you Off an eight or red, I just pop me a perky I know that I'm loaded, my body keep jerking Pop out three deep choppers, st-st-st-stuttering Whole hundred shots, watch that bitch go to twerking Hoe, we ain't friends, I'ma boss, you at worker It's two in the morning, we three deep, we lurking Ain't scared to get off, bitch, em' shots, get to ringing Chopper, summer walker, that bitch get to singing Bullets on fire like a wasp, they be stinging He get in that jam like Beyonce, he singing Uhh, five-five-six, Glocks with switches Spin your block till we get dizzy Keep a drac' up on my roster Night owls we never met drizzy And I still got it, bitch Aye, threelyfe x cbg And I still got it, bitch