SSG Splurge - Still Getting Off

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Yeah, gonna leave a nigga dead
All my pistols like my opps, i leave one in the head
Still got it with the dreads or no-dreads
I ain't really trippin' on whatever it is, just bring in all the meds
Bring in tabs, you can bring in psychedelic'
Nigga's love playin' gangsta'; soon as you get to shootin', they get to tellin'
Hop out, ar gang, and draco gang and leave his head swellin'
Yuh, she like how i'm smokin', and i smoke way more than just seven
Don't try to steal something, lil bro booker like he devin
Still don't care 'bout crеdit, boy, i be with wolves like kеvin
Still don't care if he said it wrong, if we catch 'em play that message
We hop out try to stretch sum'; here go bullets, catch 'em
We got shells ringin' out; take the stolo, clean it out
I can't take the highways when i scoot, i take the scenic route
Once i get the drop, i'm waitin' for a nigga to creep up-out
Niggas can't even move or order no pizza, we stress niggas out
Still the typa nigga to come get you 'fore i pay somebody
Still the same nigga to skip two states soon as they slayed somebody
Cook up and whip fake mollys
I don't let hoes kick it in my space, lemme get that face off 'em
Sometimes i be wanting to blank out, "man lemme get that bracelet off you"
Have you ever put a switch on yo' shit and couldn't even take it off?
I've been walkin' 'round with so many sticks, its like baseball or golf
I done called a hit, it happened so quick i couldn't even call it off
He tryna ball like him but niggas ain't twin, niggas ain't (?)
I ain't tryna talk, lets just go in, this shit ain't microsoft
I be thinkin' shit, like how i goop, should take my off-white off
K's in i let 'em cross
Days in, all these k's i came across
Still gettin' off
Biggest goop the boss
Diamonds: neck, teeth flawless
Creep up in yo' house
Ja morant, the trap bounce
No peons come around
I like takin' off the sound of guns, they be loud
I like filling clips up, then just to empty 'em out