Still Dead (feat. YvngAce)

Aye Gav, whatcha cookin' up now? (Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, uh-huh) (Aye, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, look) (Gav, do this shit right, aye, yeah) The best in the room, I'm like that Not number two, bitch I'm a winner You say you the hardest that's light cap Buddy we know you can't fight back Put out his flame he ask for the light back Tell 'em put out that roach You don't got talent or hustle bro you cannot f*ck with me 'Less you got me as a coach I was 15 hitting weed on the porch Tell that boy to not speak and he spoke So now the last thing he gon' see is the smoke Sitting there bleeding can't breath and he choke I told 'em not to take me as a joke, and he still did So now I'm out eating on steak while he gone Roll 'em up in the blunt and he still dead (yeah) He out here flexing his money but all I can see is a stain Be humble and stay in your lane Get in his head like it's poker Instead Imma insert the led and inside of his brain My money flowing like blood in my veins 'Cause that shit keep me living Couldn't sell tickets now milli's attending Now I drop tickets and purchases pending Yeah, I take the bread and go purchase a pendant VVS stones on the gold what I'm gettin' Nah I lied, I really invested it And once I get a milli you won't see me flexing it He tryna talk but ain't even relevant Yeah my money, streams, and women are excellent Best part about it is I got the evidence I move surrounded by sticks like a president Yeah they keep on taking they pics Wonder if it's just money, or pussy, or power that influence bitches to switch He try to do it so I hit the switch I hit his baby or maybe his bitch Then I get her zooted and laid in a ditch We makin' movies not shootin' a flick Yeah we at the stu' and go stupid as shit The best in the room, I'm like that Not number two, bitch I'm a winner You say you the hardest that's light cap Buddy we know you can't fight back Put out his flame he ask for the light back Tell 'em put out that roach You don't got talent or hustle bro you cannot f*ck with me 'Less you got me as a coach I was 15 hitting weed on the porch Tell that boy to not speak and he spoke So now the last thing he gon' see is the smoke Sitting there bleeding can't breath and he choke I told 'em not to take me as a joke, and he still did So now I'm out eating on steak while he gone Roll 'em up in the blunt and he still dead (yeah)