Charlie Blacc - Still Got It Lyrics

Aw yeah
Aw yeah
Aw yeah
Aw yeah
Aw yeah
Still swangin' when I'm sipping
Like my drank how I like my women
Dark and thicc
She like they way the candy paint drip when the lights hit it
And my rims sitting higher than
Bushwicc Bill in this bitch
Cracc a seal and then sip
Eyes low
I know I'm feeling this shit
Know I'm killing this bitch when I'm in it from the bacc
Put the dicc up in her ribs
Make her wanna have kids
No way
Flip her ass over
Leave em on her face
Send her on her way
Damn
No miss thang you cannot stay
Ain't worried bout pussy
Only worried bout paper
Knocking at the door
It's the neighbors
What's louder
The weed or the ladies
Keep my feet to the pavement
Keep the keys to the basics
Talkin P's
Couple pounds and pints of the lean like
Ohhhhh
Pour me up a 8
Give my cup a shake
Mix it slow
Baccwood to the face
Light it up
When I'm feeling low
Oh that was yo lady
My bad brody
Ay I didn't know
If you really love her
Don't checc me my nigga
Checc ya hoe
But these young niggas still catching feelings
I'm still playing my position
Killin' niggas
Not a witness
I'm different
Man these niggas don't get it
Got me sicc
Feelin all alone in this shit so I
Pour me up a 8
Give my cup a shake
Sip it slow
Baccwood to the face
I ain't passing nigga
Get ya own
Still got drank
Still got tree
Still got them pills
Nigga what you need
Still got work and we serving all fiends
Still got first on these hoes
What you mean
You know I
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
Still got drank
Still got tree
Still got them pills
Nigga what you need
Still got work and we serving all fiends
Still got first on these hoes
What you mean
You know I
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
Pour me up a 8
Give my cup a shake
Mix it slow
Baccwood to the face
Light it up when I'm feeling low
Pour me up a 8
Give my cup a shake
Sip it slow
Baccwood to the face
I ain't passing nigga
Get ya own
Still coming thru the window
Still fuccin wit the kiccdoor kids
Nigga get low
When them shots fire
Errybody getting hit
Throw shots bacc
Niggas ain't on shit
Right hand on grip
Left hand don't slip
My aim don't miss
That thang gon hit
This man won't live thru the night
Lord I know that I ain't right
But these niggas still hate my ass wit a passion
Hand on the wheel
Man these niggas jus gassed up
Talkin bout next up
Right now you getting passed up
Right now ya broke
You ain't tryna get dough
You bad lucc
You mad bruh
Bacc in the day niggas thought they passed us
Til we seen em at the light and all that I could do was laugh
But if you think about it
Shit is jus sad bruh
I'm 21 and a CEO
Couldn't fucc wit me before
Went from slanging in the cold
Now I'm 8047 wit Dro
Fucc them niggas
Know I said it before
Fucc them niggas
Know I said it before
But I jus
Pour me up a 8
Give my cup a shake
Sip it slow
Baccwood to the face
I ain't passin nigga
Get ya own
Still got drank
Still got tree
Still got them pills
Nigga what you need
Still got work and we serving all fiends
Still got first on these hoes
What you mean
You know I
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
Still got drank
Still got tree
Still got them pills
Nigga what you need
Still got work and we serving all fiends
Still got first on these hoes
What you mean
You know I
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
Pour me up a 8
Give my cup a shake
Mix it slow
Baccwood to the face
Light it up when I'm feeling low
Pour me up a 8
Give my cup a shake
Sip it slow
Baccwood to the face
I ain't passing nigga
Get ya own

Aw yeah
Aw yeah
Aw yeah
Aw yeah
Aw yeah
Still swangin' when I'm sipping
Like my drank how I like my women
Dark and thicc
She like they way the candy paint drip when the lights hit it
And my rims sitting higher than
Bushwicc Bill in this bitch
Cracc a seal and then sip
Eyes low
I know I'm feeling this shit
Know I'm killing this bitch when I'm in it from the bacc
Put the dicc up in her ribs
Make her wanna have kids
No way
Flip her ass over
Leave em on her face
Send her on her way
Damn
No miss thang you cannot stay
Ain't worried bout pussy
Only worried bout paper
Knocking at the door
It's the neighbors
What's louder
The weed or the ladies
Keep my feet to the pavement
Keep the keys to the basics
Talkin P's
Couple pounds and pints of the lean like
Ohhhhh
Pour me up a 8
Give my cup a shake
Mix it slow
Baccwood to the face
Light it up
When I'm feeling low
Oh that was yo lady
My bad brody
Ay I didn't know
If you really love her
Don't checc me my nigga
Checc ya hoe
But these young niggas still catching feelings
I'm still playing my position
Killin' niggas
Not a witness
I'm different
Man these niggas don't get it
Got me sicc
Feelin all alone in this shit so I
Pour me up a 8
Give my cup a shake
Sip it slow
Baccwood to the face
I ain't passing nigga
Get ya own
Still got drank
Still got tree
Still got them pills
Nigga what you need
Still got work and we serving all fiends
Still got first on these hoes
What you mean
You know I
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
Still got drank
Still got tree
Still got them pills
Nigga what you need
Still got work and we serving all fiends
Still got first on these hoes
What you mean
You know I
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
Pour me up a 8
Give my cup a shake
Mix it slow
Baccwood to the face
Light it up when I'm feeling low
Pour me up a 8
Give my cup a shake
Sip it slow
Baccwood to the face
I ain't passing nigga
Get ya own
Still coming thru the window
Still fuccin wit the kiccdoor kids
Nigga get low
When them shots fire
Errybody getting hit
Throw shots bacc
Niggas ain't on shit
Right hand on grip
Left hand don't slip
My aim don't miss
That thang gon hit
This man won't live thru the night
Lord I know that I ain't right
But these niggas still hate my ass wit a passion
Hand on the wheel
Man these niggas jus gassed up
Talkin bout next up
Right now you getting passed up
Right now ya broke
You ain't tryna get dough
You bad lucc
You mad bruh
Bacc in the day niggas thought they passed us
Til we seen em at the light and all that I could do was laugh
But if you think about it
Shit is jus sad bruh
I'm 21 and a CEO
Couldn't fucc wit me before
Went from slanging in the cold
Now I'm 8047 wit Dro
Fucc them niggas
Know I said it before
Fucc them niggas
Know I said it before
But I jus
Pour me up a 8
Give my cup a shake
Sip it slow
Baccwood to the face
I ain't passin nigga
Get ya own
Still got drank
Still got tree
Still got them pills
Nigga what you need
Still got work and we serving all fiends
Still got first on these hoes
What you mean
You know I
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
Still got drank
Still got tree
Still got them pills
Nigga what you need
Still got work and we serving all fiends
Still got first on these hoes
What you mean
You know I
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
(Still got it)
Pour me up a 8
Give my cup a shake
Mix it slow
Baccwood to the face
Light it up when I'm feeling low
Pour me up a 8
Give my cup a shake
Sip it slow
Baccwood to the face
I ain't passing nigga
Get ya own