Still Runnin Lyrics – Lil Baby ft. Meek Mill & Lil Durk

[Intro: Meek Mill]
(KJ, what you got going on man? Let's go, let's go, yeah)
Back of the Phantom to get me some head
Ain't got no purple? Then get me some red (Yeah, woo)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
N!gga know I back out every time the pack out
Big boy straighten up offenders
I was in the trap house, chilling with the Mac out
Gang gang, me and my members (Gang gang)
N!gga, we ain't toting no sticks 'round here
Just gl!cks 'round here with extenders (Big boy)
N!gga, don't take no pics 'round here
Everybody on parole, sh!t censored
I got the check, fell in love with it
I got the neck, for the hell of it
Money, respect, get a Cullinan
Come to the lil' block like an elephant
I got the lil' Glock with a drum in it
We the ones, they the ones cracking
Now forty-five-hundred my jacket
They say I'm too rich to be strapping, yeah, oh
Suicide doors on the Phantom, it look like you getting in backwards
Double platinum, that's a double murder when we slide
I just put a hit on a rapper
Sneak dissing, 'fore you know it, you talking to God
And he tell you, "Get in the casket" (N!gga, get over there)
Stack the M's and spin all the odds
We taking this sh!t to the maximum, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Must be out of your mind, you think we ain't spinning for bro?
(Gang) We spinning for sure
Had a switch on me, not a .38, dummy, boy, we be spinning for ghosts (Gang)
They put up for shows, we spinning the cribs and traps for sure, we spinning his shows
And we took L's for sure, but in Chicago, they know we winning for sure
You do it for what? You better not say that you do it for D- (Boom)
Them n!ggas be tucked
That n!gga was f**ked, the moment he ran and he knew he ain't ducking, his as* out of luck
We do it for Von, we don't wait 'til it die down, we load and we do it tomorrow
We do it on feet, ask all the opps about us, and who say we shoot out the cars
That Rolls better be bulletproof, lil' n!gga, you know we gone shoot at them stars
Them lil' b!tches ours, I told him to f**k her and sl*t her and send her right back to the blogs
Glock with a switch, two of those, and I ride through the city (We ride)
And we thought a n!gga died, but he didn't (But he died)
Two Glocks when you ride through Philly (Let's get it)
Tinted up if you dying in Philly
(You know we slide to Philly)
(Tinted up if you dying in Philly)
(Tinted up if you dying in Philly)

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
(Yeah, Baby)
Anything close to a dub, and a youngingll walk for a hundred
He damn near get caught
Long as I send him the items, consider it bought
I call the shots, I'm the boss
I'm riding with the semi
Two of them, I can't die in my city
Do a shooting, it ain't gotta be pretty
Catch him out, and we handle the business
I ain't getting in no n!gga business
Thirty million, my mind in the trenches still
F**k her good, make her n!gga not turn her on
They got brodie on camera, he coming home
Run it up from a scale to a microphone
Treat Dior like a muhf**king Nike store
And you know he ain't that, why you hype him up?
Any time we have smoke, it's just pipe me up
Never know the outcome 'til you try your luck
Get whatever you want when I'm tryna f**k
And we telling nobody, can't f**k with us
Put the four in the P with the f**king F
I should never bring the pain on my f**king self
Really need it if I ever ask for help
I just know I'ma blow if it's life or death
I made all them hoes drink, never left
I'm way higher, I'm up in my altitude
I was broke, I woke up with an attitude
Now you play with the kid, he embarrass you
I jump right in the field with no parachute and one pair of shoes