Still Mergin'

[Intro] (Richard Mille) [Verse 1: Boldy James] Still mergin', get a bird for ten, that's a real Birkin Still purgin', learned to work my hand behind that steel curtain Still surfin' on the dark web, made a big purchase Still lurkin' in the shadows, tattle-talers still workin' With the Bureau of Investigation, new V12 motor In the driveway, fresh up out the gate, I was a deal-closer Running through them 'icks, switchin' my plates, Tris in my cream soda Python on my hip, watchin' for snakes, you know we bleed cobras Kilo to Cubana, it ran me 'bout ten keys of coca Picture me rollin', six-fifty backs of stock, cream and mocha Narcs pulled up, reverse the Taurus; tapdancin' likе I'm Morris Day in the life, a double cup full of Purplеsaurus Got niggas tryna fly the hook 'fore they rehearse the chorus Work imported, broke off a chunk for Uncle Curt to snort it Parkin' foreigns all on the grass, don't need no park assistance Every mornin', in my windshield wiper, it's a parking ticket What else? [Verse 2: Willie the Kid] Escalator style, my niggas foul The most vile of men, money and violence Many wives like I'm Solomon, salamander skin Niggas know the skinny, small towns, countin' pennies Meet me at the Denny's, show me at the Shoney's I'm only with the homies, synchronizin' Rollies We havin' drinks out in Inkster, Easter Bunny pink sneakers Linkin' pink toes, fat keisters My gun black as Dr. Umar, I'm wide awoke I break the bread, divide the loaf, provide the smoke Tequila shots, Godiva notes Scuba diving gear on the pier, drive the boat, designer soap This live from the soapbox, the pulpit Peep: two-twenty, in the Woolrich, the four-five I came back on my bullshit with 227 and Richard Milli The roof fit, this Willie from Gun Rue, movin' like Sun Tzu Still gettin' it, doubled up on my one-two, know how I do Yeah