Still wit It

[Intro: YFL Kelvin]

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Ayy

Yeah

Ayy

[Chorus: YFL Kelvin]

Youngin got a pole, he can't wait to go to school with it

Tucked it in his coat, now he feel safe, he got a new glizzy

Never stop clutchin', even when he had a crew kickin'

I know you hate this life I live, but fuck it, ma, I'm still with it

[Verse 1: YFL Kelvin]

'Member I was fucked up, they ain't help me, now they want a favor

Said she held me down, when I looked up, that ho evaporated

I can't really put my trust in people, only trust the paper (Oh yeah)

Same ones that ain't supposed change changed before I made it (Yeah)

I guess it's certain prices that you pay when you bossed up

Band count good, family good, nigga, boss up (Yeah, yeah)

Shootin' myself but I got shooters that I call up (Oh yeah)

I'm a fuckin' astronaut, that's why that bitch actin' starstruck

I ain't Harden, nigga, but I'm really with it (I'm really with it)

I ain't Glizzy Gang but I keep that glizzy, ayy (But I keep the glizzy)

I ain't with the cappin', you can lose your fitted (Let's go)

Hangin' with some shooters, we gon' bang the city, ayy (Yeah)

[Chorus: YFL Kelvin]

Youngin got a pole, he can't wait to go to school with it

Tucked it in his coat, now he feel safe, he got a new glizzy

Never stop clutchin', even when he had a crew kickin'

I know you hate this life I live, but fuck it, ma, I'm still with it

Youngin got a pole, he can't wait to go to school with it

Tucked it in his coat, now he feel safe, he got a new glizzy

Never stop clutchin', even when he had a crew kickin'

I know you hate this life I live, but fuck it, ma, I'm still with it

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]

Married to a 9 millimeter, keep it tucked on me

I just be protecting my Patek, keep 'bout a hundred on me

Ain't no nigga 'bout to run up on me

Lot of niggas, they be hatin' on me

'Specially when a nigga got the Rollie

And when I got my racks up

I be slidin' Hellcat, behind me got the black truck

All these bitches wanna fuck with me, I got my status up

Bad Asian bitch and money counter, count these rackies up

These niggas pocket watchin', gotta keep it on my hip for sure

I hang with bag chasers, poppin' rubber bands for sure

I went from flockin' to gettin' 'bout twenty bands a show

I be sippin' this codeine 'til a nigga can't more

I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta keep a cannon for sure

[Chorus: YFL Kelvin]

Youngin got a pole, he can't wait to go to school with it

Tucked it in his coat, now he feel safe, he got a new glizzy

Never stop clutchin', even when he had a crew kickin'

I know you hate this life I live, but fuck it, ma, I'm still with it

Youngin got a pole, he can't wait to go to school with it

Tucked it in his coat, now he feel safe, he got a new glizzy

Never stop clutchin', even when he had a crew kickin'

I know you hate this life I live, but fuck it, ma, I'm still with it