Still Runnin

[Intro: Meek Mill]

(KJ, what you got goin' on man? Let's go, let's go, yeah)

Back of the Phantom to get me some head

Ain't got no purple? Then get me some red (Yeah, woo)

(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Nigga know I back out every time the pack out, big boy straighten up offenders

I was in the trap house, chillin' with the Mac out, gang gang, me and my members (Gang gang)

Nigga, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here, just glicks 'round here with extenders (Big boy)

Nigga, don't take no pics 'round here, everybody on parole, shit censored

I got the check, fell in love with it

I got the neck, for the hell of it

Money, respect, get a Cullinan

Come to the lil' block like an elephant

I got the lil' Glock with a drum in it

We the ones, they the ones cracking

Now forty-five-hundred my jacket, they say I'm too rich to be strapping, yeah, ooh

Suicide doors on the Phantom, it look like you gettin' in backwards

Double platinum, that's a double murder when we slide, I just put a hit on a rapper

Sneak dissin', 'fore you know it, you talkin' to God, and he tell you, "Get in the casket" (Nigga, get over there)

Stack the M's and spin all the odds, we takin' this shit to the maximum, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]

Must be out of your mind, you think we ain't spinnin' for bro? (Gang) We spinnin' for sure

Had a switch on me, not a .38, dummy, boy, we be spinnin' for ghosts (Gang)

They put up for shows, we spinnin' the cribs and traps for sure, we spinnin' his shows

And we took L's for sure, but in Chicago, they know we winnin' for sure

You do it for what? You better not say that you do it for D- (Boom), them niggas be tucked

That nigga was fucked, the moment he ran and he knew he ain't duckin', his ass out of luck

We do it for Von, we don't wait 'til it die down, we load and we do it tomorrow

We do it on feet, ask all the opps about us, and who say we shoot out the cars

That Rolls better be bulletproof, lil' nigga, you know we gon' shoot at them stars

Them lil' bitches ours, I told him to fuck her and slut her and send her right back to the blogs

Glock with a switch, two of those, and I ride through the city (We ride)

And we thought a nigga died, but he didn't (But he died)

Two Glocks when you ride through Philly (Let's get it)

Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly

(You know we slide to Philly)

(Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly)

(Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly)

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]

(Yeah, Baby)

Anything close to a dub, and a youngin'll walk for a hundred, he damn near get caught

Long as I send him the items, consider it bought

I call the shots, I'm the boss

I'm ridin' with the semi

Two of them, I can't die in my city

Do a shooting, it ain't gotta be pretty

Catch him out, and we handle the business

I ain't gettin' in no nigga business

Thirty million, my mind in the trenches still

Fuck her good, make her nigga not turn her on

They got brodie on camera, he comin' home

Run it up from a scale to a microphone

Treat Dior like a muhfuckin' Nike store

And you know he ain't that, why you hype him up?

Any time we have smoke, it's just pipe me up

Never know the outcome 'til you try your luck

Get whatever you want when I'm tryna fuck

And we tellin' nobody, can't fuck with us

Put the four in the P with the fuckin' F

I should never bring the pain on my fuckin' self

Really need it if I ever ask for help

I just know I'ma blow if it's life or death

I made all them hoes drink, never left

I'm way higher, I'm up in my altitude

I was broke, I woke up with an attitude

Now you play with the kid, he embarrass you

I jump right in the field with no parachute and one pair of shoes