Still Sinning

[Intro: Uncs, KayyKayy & GP] Gang shit Free all the G's (Simpz) Sinners Sin Squad step Fuck the opps Sinners Get it fucking correct We don’t lie on tracks Ching Gunna! [Verse 1: GP] Old school days with Sin Squad Man used to lurk with the flicks (Sinners) Dusty pedal bike Man used to pray that my chain don't rip Shh got drenched too much Should've stayed up to swimming in (Yuck) Talk about dirt on the Lane These times the Lane does serious hits Masked up looking all gang Sin on the six left shh on his clip There’s about ten dons on the opp block Still bine for a nigga that slips Four man up in a hot box I'm riding with men, not kids (Not kids) Four man up in a hot box Plus two badders, short and thick Life's a bitch, do a man dirty if you fuck with 6ix If you ain't involved, stay at home 'Cah me, bro put corn in clips My littlе bro Blackz, strapped in the trap While you was at homе and shit Late nights up in the T house Playing with a hobo, grow and cling Hella bad B's wan' link up But I ain't into the mix up Big bro just copped two nines of nose He didn’t even ask for a picture Back to the spot, pick up a cloth Put that shit by the mixer Trap phone bling, constant ring Now he’s putting shit on my Insta PL bop, we make our gwop Slap shop on any man's block So what if he busses his block? Know some sinners that will drench man’s top Drench man's top then slide right off Splash man down from his head to his socks Splash man down from his head to his socks [Verse 2: Uncs] Flyboy gang, not FBG I'm with double O, he ain't GD Chocolate darlings, custard creams In love with the Park Lane G’s Sin Squad lurk, step on your turf, ah Blacked out like SD Nah, I mean like GP 4 door skrt, them man disperse Sin Squad lurk, serious dirt, ah Should've got left in the dirt Like war is war, are you ready? Donny got caught at the Aves like ready And don't get packed like Melly Defend your block like Terry Sin Squad pull up and them man dash Four door whip pullin' up at Aves, 'kay All these long plaques Looking like Mad Max Sin Squad raps, serious facts When we pull up, the opps them dash Sick in my head, you know I'm mad Four door whip, pulling up with Ramz Four door whip, pulling up with Ramz [Verse 3: KayyKayy] My Laners bop, my Sinners step Slide 'round there, drench man, who's next? (Who, who?) I swear that day was ments' One more poke and you would've been dead (ments') You don't want to see three man in a four door Or four man on two stolen 'peds (Skrr, skrr) That's nothing but serious Sinners with swords and spinners tryna' crash again It's intense, couldn't get him so we got his friend Four door pull up and them man jet They leave their friends, we could never be like them (Never) Sin Squad slide with swords and skengs All swords and skengs, tryna get an opp wet Countless times on the opp block But more time when we leave, it's stress I remember living in the paigon ends I had like three or four paigon friends Still done drills on the paigons dem Still get love from a paigon jezz Step 'round there, like fuck it I wan' get close and touch him Uncs just screamed out "Bun him!" Six just squeezed that Russian Ain't seen Jakes so we're cuttin' (Skrr) Sin Squad splashed up more than a dozen Park Lane bop, tryna cause a reduction Drench man's top 'til the boy can't function Do up an opp, no frontin' You can act all violent on the 'net In reality it's faux (Fake) Step 'round there like who's on who (Who?) Pull up on your block they get found in queue Four door pull up they have no clue (None) No names on tracks Really put these guys on the news Shhh