Freddie Gibbs - Still Livin Lyrics
[Freddie Gibbs]What you know boy (x14)[Verse 1]I’m still livin like a dope dealerAnd these streets they got no mercy on a broke niggaGangsta Island so all my niggas gang bangersGirls come get your cook upI came up with the cane slangersAnd I grew up next door to the dopemanChevy red CL coupe clean as a coke canDEA been doing surveillance they in the dope vanNowadays they pay Walter Payton that’s 34 bandsYea, I’m still living like a jack boyGot your family wrapped up in tape, I’m 'bout the sack boyAnd I heard it ain’t where you from it’s where you at boyMake sure every place that I’m at next to the strap boyKilling em, shit from these verses put holes in hearsesAnd these truckers need some product to purchase some at their serviceUsed to sale my yellow and nextel play for the chirpersAin’t no doubt we don’t check out CTE they close the curtains[Hook]And I’m still, still livin like a dope dealerFinger on the trigger I ain’t taking shit from no niggaStill, I’m still living like a dope boyWrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boyAnd I’m still, still livin like a dope dealerFinger on the trigger I ain’t taking shit from no niggaStill, I’m still living like a dope boyWrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy[Verse 2]Still cashing that dope checkGuns and contraband on deckStreet said that I marked for deathAnd might be the one to give smoked nextMight ***** around might beat it downThat ass round and that throat wetYou a ***** boy straight cold TecsGot a hundred rounds ***** hold that***** hold that, ***** hold up***** know what that 4 bustBought a 14 of that straight hardAnd served every geeker that rolled upThat straight trap with no raps with meOT but they pack with meMoonwalking on dope, *****, I know real niggas on Jackson Street25th, 49th, cali kush over nightCome back to my store dawg but make sure you got your order rightAnd my shop might close up so make sure you put your orders inJust another day another dollar ducking court againWrapping up the pack of drugs traffic watching outWinter summer spring fall nigga shovel snowAnd if I could I’d dig a tunnel straight to MexicoPass me my strap I think the police at my door because I’m[Hook]And I’m still, still livin like a dope dealerFinger on the trigger I ain’t taking shit from no niggaStill, I’m still living like a dope boyWrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boyAnd I’m still, still livin like a dope dealerFinger on the trigger I ain’t taking shit from no niggaStill, I’m still living like a dope boyWrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy
