Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still , by - Skepta. Song from the album Vicious, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Boy Better Know
Song language: English
Still |
| They like what’s Gucci g, same shit broski man I’m still hustling |
| I switched up the pack, cleaned up the cash but the trap still jumping |
| Sold white on a pushbike in my brand new jeans so I had the right leg tucked in |
| Phone line rang so much that the ringtone started to sound disgusting |
| Young boy in the kitchen with the powder and I weren’t making dumpling |
| Stepped in the night show see all the ladies start re-adjusting |
| Hat down low with the shades on looking like definitely up to something |
| Please don’t step on my Sk’s cause I ain’t down for scuffing |
| I look at the game from a bird’s eye view that’s why I see everyting' properly |
| Top boy for too many years and still nobody can top me |
| It’s me they all tryna sound like, it’s my gang they all tryna copy |
| But I never complain cause I got more where that came from, I got the whole |
| game on me |
| Yeah, that’s what you get when you chosen |
| Better protect your shit or shit get stolen |
| Get covered in ice, you gotta pay the price for your wrist to be frozen |
| Still I’m outside, all on my chains on out in the open |
| No security, you know the slogan |
| Who am I scared of? |
| I am the omen |
| Greaze |
| Yeah, Vivienne Westwood suit |
| Lash got the drinks in the booth |
| Dex is billing them zoots |
| This ain’t a video shoot |
| Tangerine lemon and strawberry I was bringing them fruits |
| Asked the neighbours about BBK swear down they’re sick of them youts' |
| We win awards, come home and Attack the Block |
| John Boyega when I’m acting up |
| Fuck lower cases I start capping up |
| Till the big bad ting start backing up |
| Got a Spanish ting and she’s over sexy |
| That’s why the jokers wanna bo' select me |
| But they cannot draw me out |
| Got the shades on, the lights don’t affect me |
| No watch in my wrist, no Big Timin' |
| Feds tryna find the whip I’m in |
| Pedal to the metal, this shit’s flying |
| Power steering wheel, I’m slip sliding |
| Can’t see me, I stay too lowkey |
| No, we don’t do that dick riding |
| I’m in my own lane just me |
| Yeah that’s why the plaques in the crib shining |
| Don’t forget all the numbers, we the top boys |
| Even your girl knows, it’s blatant |
| And that’s how it’s gonna be for a while |
| You niggas better have some patience |
| No, we ain’t on the same platform |
| No, I’m at a different station |
| Can’t see my face like Jason |
| Happy Halloween you pagans |