Still wit It lyrics

[Intro: YFL Kelvin]
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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 a crew kickin'
I know you hate this life I live, but f*ck it, ma, I'm still with it

[Verse 1: YFL Kelvin]
'Member I was f*cked 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 (Oh yeah)
Same ones that ain't supposed change changed before I made it (Yeah)
I guess it's certain prices that you pay when you bossed up
Band count good, family good, n*gga, boss up (Yeah, yeah)
Shootin' myself but I got shooters that I call up (Oh yeah)
I'm a f*ckin' astronaut, that's why that b*tch actin' starstruck
I ain't Harden, n*gga, but I'm really with it (I'm really with it)
I ain't Glizzy Gang but I keep that glizzy, ayy (But I keep the glizzy)
I ain't with the cappin', you can lose your fitted (Let's go)
Hangin' with some shooters, we gon' bang the city, ayy (Yeah)
[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 a crew kickin'
I know you hate this life I live, but f*ck it, ma, I'm still with it
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 a crew kickin'
I know you hate this life I live, but f*ck it, ma, I'm still with it

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
Married to a 9 millimeter, keep it tucked on me
I just be protecting my Patek, keep 'bout a hundred on me
Ain't no n*gga 'bout to run up on me
Lot of n*ggas, they be hatin' on me
'Specially when a n*gga got the Rollie
And when I got my racks up
I be slidin' Hellcat, behind me got the black truck
All these b*tches wanna f*ck with me, I got my status up
Bad Asian b*tch and money counter, count these rackies up
These n*ggas pocket watchin', gotta keep it on my hip for sure
I hang with bag chasers, poppin' rubber bands for sure
I went from flockin' to gettin' 'bout twenty bands a show
I be sippin' this codeine 'til a n*gga can't more
I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta keep a cannon for sure
[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 a crew kickin'
I know you hate this life I live, but f*ck it, ma, I'm still with it
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 a crew kickin'
I know you hate this life I live, but f*ck it, ma, I'm still with it