Still Spittin’ Ludacris

[Chorus]
Smokin on some dro, duckin the popo, kickin in yo do, comin in and taken all of yo hoes
Still smokin on some dro, sippin on some erlo, haters are so cold cuz I get a hundred grand for 1 show

[Verse 1]
Big dro Im smokin, feels like Im floatin
Luda got the child lock like the doors broken
Hit a switch and my doors open
Suicide, my crews inside
Hoe pimpin like do or die
Businesses I diversified
Street approved, Im certified
Certified, Platinum
Big guns, Im packin em
Bigger chips, Im stackin em
Silly hoes, Im slappin em
Different rules, same game
Different gat, same bang
Bought a jet, 4 mil
So its different city, same plane
Get off that Rolls Royce
Pimp cup, hoes choice
Candy paint is money green
Its drippin wet and make hoes moist
Waterfalls, Niagara, they droolin off my swagga
Every verse is so on point
Stay harder than viagara
Pop a pill, keep it still
Keep it real, pop a tag
Roll a blunt, pop the trunk
Pop the clutch, drive a jag
Bend the curb, pimpin the wheel
Im finna get my swerve on
I overdosed on alcohol
And now Im finna get my earl on (Still)