still prevail Lyrics by Gunna
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Sippin’ OJ in the Cris’
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands gon’ go on my wrist
This *** drankin’ me, she a fish
They soft that they swivel, don’t stick
I can do a lot of things but don’t miss
Your baby mama know that I’m it
I *** on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, ***, you know I’m a player
All this salt only killin’ the snails
Load the yacht up, I’m ready to sail
It’s some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail
Come on, ain’t tryna be late
Got a show, l’ma go cross-state
We could creep and be well out the way
Pick a time and a place
I done seen how niggas switch sides
I’m like, “Nah, I’m straight”
*** bad, got a gap through her thighs
She fine, okay
They still gotta pay us
I took her to Zales
I cut like a flair
Have the Cuban, I don’t wanna link
I clear all the tabs
They pay for their abs
I put faith in my craft
And for now on, I’m keepin’ receipts
On the grind, I’m knee-deep
These rhymes paid all my lease
She fine, speakin’ in Greek
With vibes, we out in Greece
***, stimulate my mind, tryna reach my peak
***, yeah, I’m gon’ touch the sky, you know I get fleek
Yo, slide
Sippin’ OJ in the Cris’
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands gon’ go on my wrist
This *** drankin’ me, she a fish
They soft that they swivel, don’t stick
I can do a lot of things but don’t miss
Your baby mama know that I’m it
I *** on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, ***, you know I’m a player
All this salt only killin’ the snails
Load the yacht up, I’m ready to sail
It’s some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail
Thank the Lord, I don’t take it for granted
I can pop on a whole ‘nother planet
I love ***’ my *** ’cause I’m mannish
I love watchin’ her take off her ***
I know some of you niggas can’t stand it
Ain’t gon’ get it, that *** still havin’
Love to see me, they seein’ what’s happenin’
They stay ready, l’on gotta get ready
She with it, I don’t gotta say it
I don’t figured you know how to play it
I’m all on they radar
I’m ***-key that *** for real
Keep workin’, it pay off
You spend it however you feel
I can’t take a day off
I’m plantin’ more seeds in the field
Yeah, *** fly, dressin’ to ***
No lie, this energy real
Rhyme geekin’ on
Landin’ in Beverly Hills
Out my mind
Half a mil’ for my bills
That’s why I grind
*** how a *** feel
Sippin’ OJ in the Cris’
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands gon’ go on my wrist
This *** drankin’ me, she a fish
They soft that they swivel, don’t stick
I can do a lot of things but don’t miss
Your baby mama know that I mean it
I *** on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, ***, you know I’m a player
All this salt only killin’ the snails
Load the yacht up, I’m ready to sail
It’s some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail