
Still Alive Berner (Ft. A Boogie wit da Hoodie & G-Eazy)
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[Intro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
I already know how it goes down
So I gotta keep it on me when I come around
Pick thirty rounds smokin' out the pound, yeah
Anything could happen anytime
[Verse 1: Berner]
S.F. made me, my ex still payin’ me
I love the dope game but it drove your boy crazy (Made me crazy)
Six cell phones, why them boys try to raid me?
My homeboys hatin' but the shit don't phase me (It don’t phase me)
Yeah, lil' mama go crazy
I was drunk in the club tryna knock a old lady
Told him take his chain off 'cause the shit gold-plated (It's gold plated)
He told me put the weed out but this shit so tasty
Yeah, Rolls Royce and I smoked it (Smoked it)
They're still gettin' money to my old shit, yeah
Bern keep a forty, know I won't slip, yeah
V-V-S goin' on both wrists, yeah
Went and touched down, I’ma buy a bust down
Your boy feelin’ good, I ain't livin’ in a rush now (Nah)
Been high for twenty years, I can't come down (I can't)
They smell the Cheetah Piss when I come 'round
Bern
[Pre-Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
I already know how it goes down
So I gotta keep it on me when I come around
Pick thirty rounds smokin’ out the pound, yeah
Anything could happen anytime
I already know how it goes down
So I gotta keep it on me when I come around
Pick thirty rounds smokin' out the pound, yeah
Anything could happen anytime
[Verse 1: Berner]
S.F. made me, my ex still payin’ me
I love the dope game but it drove your boy crazy (Made me crazy)
Six cell phones, why them boys try to raid me?
My homeboys hatin' but the shit don't phase me (It don’t phase me)
Yeah, lil' mama go crazy
I was drunk in the club tryna knock a old lady
Told him take his chain off 'cause the shit gold-plated (It's gold plated)
He told me put the weed out but this shit so tasty
Yeah, Rolls Royce and I smoked it (Smoked it)
They're still gettin' money to my old shit, yeah
Bern keep a forty, know I won't slip, yeah
V-V-S goin' on both wrists, yeah
Went and touched down, I’ma buy a bust down
Your boy feelin’ good, I ain't livin’ in a rush now (Nah)
Been high for twenty years, I can't come down (I can't)
They smell the Cheetah Piss when I come 'round
Bern
[Pre-Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
I already know how it goes down
So I gotta keep it on me when I come around
Pick thirty rounds smokin’ out the pound, yeah
Anything could happen anytime
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