YLB RAM55 - Still right here Lyrics

Hey, it's Gildi. Give me the freaks. I'ma be right here. I'm still right here. Yeah
I'm still right here where you left me. My heart was full of love, now my shit empty
I can't even tell you why these niggas envy. My nigga moved to New York
Got the blade in his mouth in the deli. Couple months ago, I was politicing ' with the celly

Ain't no gettin' back, all my niggas deadly. Glock got a kickback, I ain't aimin' for the belly
We ain't doin' no petty licks, all my niggas tryna hit
We gon' get some shit off, I don't care if it's counterfeits
Huddle up and do a blitz, lil' bro tryna hit. Soon as you leave the nigga missing, we gon' ice yo wrist

Lil' baby, she a fan, she asked for a pic. I ain't gotta do no dance the ice hit on a nigga
Watch these niggas turn fan when this shit get bigger. I don't need no chaser, bitch, I'm drinkin' straight liquor
Leave the club, drunk as hell, ayy, ayy. Leave the club, drunk as hell, start racin', niggas
Bro think that he, ayy. Bro think that he a quarterback, set the play on a nigga

F*ck it, broad, day on a nigga. Police asked what happened, I ain't have shit to say to no niggas
Steady missing court days, 150K warrant, nigga, f*ck it, do the race
Police flicked me in that stolly, I pulled off and they tried to chase
Nigga, I'ma do the dash and this bitch f*ckin' step up on my laces

Ain't no slowin' down, this ain't the Matrix
Soon as a nigga get back to the trap, roll a wood and face it
I like how that taste. Smokin' on some lemon cherry gelato, that's one of my favorites
I be sippin' drank. But you lil' niggas got to have some money if you wanna taste

I was thinkin' stars and a wraith. Then I f*ck around, caught another case
F*ck it, though, that's how we livin'
Send a nigga the drop, see if he really with it
Thought I was gon' trip on da bitch, I already hit it

I just tricked off on some ammunition
Trap, fever too
Nigga