Still Walkin lyrics

[Intro]
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)

[Verse 1: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
n*ggas know that I be ballin, catch me stretch me in a coffin
n*ggas tweakin, keep on talking
Tryna leave my b*tch but she won't stop callin'
Hop out with that Drac' and walk em
I hit a fan and now she stalkin'
You see me please proceed with caution
I will not think just up and toss it
But yall know I say that often
Heard it's money on my head but I'm still walkin'
Live and breathe poppin sh*t still talkin'
ZMoney died then I lost it
Got get-back that sh*t was awesome
Got real close up on my man he in a coffin
Real BloodHound baby can't take no loss
No face no case what I was taught
n*ggas burnt out they need some sauce
I love thesе watches, not 1 I bought
Free.99 b*tch that's the cost
They killеd my bestfriend and paid the cost
I get free racks and f*ck em off
I hope you 'bout that sh*t you talk
I'm totin' a Drac', you can tell by my walk
Real ass spanker, you can tell how I talk
Rollie bust, this b*tch frost
Hundred all on my arm, can't say that I was taught
Ridin' in a straight truck this b*tch not bought
Finna stomp the gas, you can hear the exhaust
Really I'm just turnt you can't find too many flaws
I'm breakin' her down, I'm all in her walls
I make her eat di*k so she can't feel her jaw
I f*cked on her friend, now she say I'm a dog
sl*t the b*tch out, now she say that I'm raw
High speed on the state, b*tch it's f*ck the law
From state to the lake tryna play and they lost
60 shots out the Drac' he'll call out "Randy Moss"

[Verse 2: Bloodhound Hothead]
(Let's go, let's go)
Aye, I'm like "Who droppin' lo?"
It's shootouts anytime they catch us
I'm not with none of the bap, if we gon' step out won't affect us
Keep thinkin 'cause you rich I'm anybody, I'm put together
Ain't no chasin' on this high speed, I know 12 feel embarrassed
Got foenem' spillin' all type of oil on they fabric
And I been feelin' some type of way I know them switches matter
I touched, my n*ggas icy I can handle pressure
You n*ggas still broke and bummy, me and mans won't let up
The black truck, in traffic, racked Glocks and tall members
I'm standin' tall, b*tch, I can ball with it
I'm ballin' I'll shoot this b*tch in any given sitchy
If it's f*ck you, if you think I can't succeed, whole 50