Reel Wolf, ILL BILL, D. Lynch, Snoop Dogg - Still Fuckin' with Ya'll lyrics

I'm a Beretta, a go-getter
Mo' wetter Loretta, dope-getter
So better for weather, no never so clever
Go whether or not the teapot
Or the beef might settle
Feet on the pedal, mashin' music
Blastin', swervin', drivin' fast
In the wrong lane
But I ain't tripping 'cause I'm
Getting my cash in
Motherfuckers want to lock me up
'Cause I gang bang, smoke weed
Don't give a fuck
I bought my lil Football team a bus
On the grind trynna find time
Lettin' rеal niggas shine
Figaro on the low, let thеse niggas know
Boss Dogg, boss paw, just to let 'em know
When I came through the door
I bang with the four
Motherfucker, I'ma bang with the O
I'm the crippin' kitchen, spitting at bitches
Flippin' the switches, my niggas in Richmond
The real killers, guerillas
Wig splitters, heavy hitters, ya dig it?
Now trip
A lot of niggas like to say what they gon' do
But I'ma fuck with y'all, cuh
'cause I want to
A lot of people say it's bad for my health
But I don't give a fuck 'cause
I'm a match for myself
I stay fuckin' with y'all
I stay fuckin' with y'all
A lot of people say it's bad for my health
But myself, I stay fuckin' with y'all

Making hit's like my name was John Gotti
Like I got thugs and hired
Goons waiting in the lobby
Slugs leaving blood traces on
Your brand new Audi
From busting out shots from out a new Bugatti
All forms of consciousness fully remised
Like a mother buying crack with
Her two young kids
From out the two one fifth
Where they do dump clips for pigmentation
Whichever way the shoe done fit's
Take another shot, bitch
Let's fuck up the program
Get stopped by cops, smoking on Rosecrans
Make a little cash
They wanna put me in a toe tag
Thrown and locked in a cell
Injected with some Prozac it's California
Where the weed and where the hoes at
A nine to your teeth
Now tell me where the dough's at
It's California
Love all these California thugs
Creeping in your bitches each evening
Trynna catch a buzz

I stay fuckin' with y'all
I stay fuckin' with y'all
A lot of people say it's bad for my health
But myself, I stay fuckin' with y'all

It's the Cult Leader
The smoke eater that grow weed
A hoe beater, yeah
I beat 'em with the dick:
Make these hoes feel a
Type a way, I'm a go-rilla - I parade
Gold trigger on the K, how I operate
Yeah, I swerve on 'em
Put the heavy curve on 'em
Put it in their mouth
Put the heavy worm on 'em
'Cause I'm a Gigolo type o' wigger
Rob Schneider to them cockrider type of women
I be West Coast kickin' this
Reel Wolf bring the clear
Truth with the wickedness
I used to fly into Burbank
Low-key scoop me in the
Hooptie like a dirtbag
And we done came up since then
But still move the same 'cause
Instagram ain't your friend
And we be shushin' these baby G's
Bad boys move in silence, but move crazy keys

I stay fuckin' with y'all
I stay fuckin' with y'all
A lot of people say it's bad for my health
But myself, I stay fuckin' with y'all