
Still wit It YFL Kelvin (Ft. Roddy Ricch)
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[Intro: YFL Kelvin]
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[Chorus: YFL Kelvin]
Youngin got a pole, he can't wait to go to school with it
Tucked it in his coat, now he feel safe, he got a new glizzy
Never stop clutchin', even when he had the crew kick it
I know you hate this life I live, but fuck it, ma, I'm still rich
[Verse 1: YFL Kelvin]
'Member I was fucked up, they ain't help me, now they want a favor
Said she held me down when I looked up, that ho evaporated
I can't really put my trust in people, only trust the paper
Same ones that ask 'em for some change hate before I made it
I guess the same prices that you paid when you bossed up
Band count good, family good, nigga, boss up
Shootin' myself but I got shooters that I call up
I'm a fuckin' astronaut, that's why that bitch actin' starstruck
I ain't Harden, nigga, but I'm really with it
I ain't Glizzy Gang but I keep that glizzy, ayy
I ain't with the cappin', you can lose your fitted
Hanging with some shooters, we gon' bang the city
CashMoneyAP
Ayy
Yeah
Ayy
[Chorus: YFL Kelvin]
Youngin got a pole, he can't wait to go to school with it
Tucked it in his coat, now he feel safe, he got a new glizzy
Never stop clutchin', even when he had the crew kick it
I know you hate this life I live, but fuck it, ma, I'm still rich
[Verse 1: YFL Kelvin]
'Member I was fucked up, they ain't help me, now they want a favor
Said she held me down when I looked up, that ho evaporated
I can't really put my trust in people, only trust the paper
Same ones that ask 'em for some change hate before I made it
I guess the same prices that you paid when you bossed up
Band count good, family good, nigga, boss up
Shootin' myself but I got shooters that I call up
I'm a fuckin' astronaut, that's why that bitch actin' starstruck
I ain't Harden, nigga, but I'm really with it
I ain't Glizzy Gang but I keep that glizzy, ayy
I ain't with the cappin', you can lose your fitted
Hanging with some shooters, we gon' bang the city
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