Strippa

[Intro]

(Zaytoven)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Still in the club like an old-ass stripper

Still in the club like an old-ass stripper (Hah)

I'm still in the club like an old-ass stripper

I'm still in the club like an old-ass stripper (Damn)

East Atlanta nigga drink lean, not liquor

East Atlanta nigga drink lean, not liquor (Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean)

East Atlanta young niggas drink lean, not liquor

East Atlanta young niggas drink lean, not liquor (Wop)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

The truth hurts and my gun bursts, I jump feet first (Hah)

Call Wop, you need a mean verse or need some cheap work

They call me Mr. Clean, but I want the green first

Got same crazy young niggas, no church, just murk (Baow)

Dump 'em in the river and I bet they got a zipper

A killer with a temper, temper shorter than Shirley Temple

Bullets collapse your lung, then I shoot you in the liver (Bang)

I'm the cat cut out your tongue, now you're dinner for the critters

Feds in my business, so they layin' on my Twitter (Fuck 'em)

And you pussies couldn't kill me, so you snitchin' on a nigga

Itchy trigger finger itchin', pinchin' on the trigger (Itchin')

Underhand pitcher, yeah, I'm pitchin' to the dealers (Skrrt)

Wop vs. a gorilla, nigga, help the gorilla (Damn)

Gucci vs. the monster, nigga, help Godzilla (Wow)

It's me against the world and whoever ridin' with her (Fuck 'em)

And my shit still in the club like these old-ass strippers (Wop)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Still in the club like an old-ass stripper

Still in the club like an old-ass stripper (Hah)

I'm still in the club like an old-ass stripper

I'm still in the club like an old-ass stripper (Damn)

East Atlanta nigga drink lean, not liquor

East Atlanta nigga drink lean, not liquor (Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean)

East Atlanta young niggas drink lean, not liquor

East Atlanta young niggas drink lean, not liquor (Wop)

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]

Still in the club like an old-ass stripper (Old-ass stripper)

Still in the club throwin' money with my niggas, ayy

This outfit cost me some stacks and it was made by Gucci (Swag)

I don't know if he a trapper, rapper, or a groupie (Shit)

I like my cars roofless (Woo) all of my whips coupe-ish (Yeah)

I mean, all of my whips stupid (Turn up)

All my bitches thick (Yeah)

They on me cause I'm lit (Yeah)

Catch me some in somebody club standin' on top of shit

Look at these rocks on my wrist, hey

Still in the club drinkin' lean, not liquor, ayy (Pour up)

Scrollin' through my DM, nothin' but models and singers, yeah

Pull up just to flex on a bitch nigga, then pull off (Skrrt)

The best advice I can give my lil' nigga is don't get caught, hey

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Still in the club like an old-ass stripper

Still in the club like an old-ass stripper (Hah)

I'm still in the club like an old-ass stripper

I'm still in the club like an old-ass stripper (Damn)

East Atlanta nigga drink lean, not liquor

East Atlanta nigga drink lean, not liquor (Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean)

East Atlanta young niggas drink lean, not liquor

East Atlanta young niggas drink lean, not liquor (Wop)