Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still My Moment, artist - Tee Grizzley. Date of issue: 07.11.2018
Song language: English
Still My Moment |
| I’m booksmart, street smart, but still with all that dumb shit |
| Right nigga to link with, wrong nigga to fuck with |
| In love with these streets, I just hate what they come with |
| If ain’t no lie detector test around, I can’t trust a bitch (Rah, rah, rah, rah! |
| Gas station gang, pull a lick, them pumps hit, yeah (Bow!) |
| Trampoline gang, make a nigga truck flip (Brrrap!) |
| You a fuck nigga and yo' ho a fuck bitch (Fuck bitch) |
| I don’t sprint, I don’t jog, but still manage to run shit (Who run it?) |
| Pops used to trap from the nighttime to the sunlight |
| Still know his plug, I can get it for that one price |
| Shout out to 600, we ain’t gon' talk about that one night (You got my word) |
| If we strapped and they strapped, it’s a gunfight (Bang bang) |
| Real nigga school, you can not enroll (Can't get in, man) |
| Hip-hop artist with a pop to make you rock and roll (Brrrap!) |
| Boxin' gloves on this 'K to knock out your soul |
| You gon' think this bitch had clippers when it knock off your 'fro (Brrrap!) |
| Only nigga wit' a deal still coppin' blow (Nose candy) |
| Where 4G, he can hit that with his eyes closed (Famous) |
| So you famous, what you still got that nine for? |
| 'Cause rappers droppin', rest in peace XXXTentacion (RIP) |
| Hey, I’m the voice of all my prison niggas (Yeah) |
| Them felonies don’t mean shit, I made millions wit' 'em (Yeah) |
| Fuck all that partyin' and bitches, come home get your riches |
| If a nigga told, find his whereabouts and go and kill 'em (Right) |
| I know where Doggy Bone live, I should kill 'em (I should kill 'em) |
| They say I can’t be with felons, but I’m with some (But you know I’m with some) |
| And ten murders, we don’t do those (Oh we don’t do those) |
| Made your dog go to sleep with a suit on (With a suit on!) |
| Hey, I could pass out blessings (Yeah) |
| Lotta hundreds on me, I could pass out extras |
| Happy enough to pass out, I used to pass out testers |
| A nigga blow at me and miss, that’s his pass to heaven (He's outta here) |
| I don’t need no reference track for all this shit, I wrote it (Me) |
| I could prolly deal with beef, most that shit I quote it (No cap) |
| Tell these fuck niggas it’s still my moment (It's mine, nigga) |
| Tell these fuck hoes it’s still my moment (It's mine) |
| Rah (It's mine) |