Still Gettin' Off ft. F.O.E. E Skrilla Lyrics

F.O.E. Entertainment

Yeah, nigga

Family over motherfucker Everything, nigga

If you ain't with us, you against Us, nigga

If you ain't gettin' off, then you Gettin' shattered

The fuck on, nigga

That mean you gettin' shitted on, Lil' bitch

You feel me? Eastside shit, Bitch Detroit

Bitch, we still gettin' off

Touchdown like Randy Moss

F.O.E. ain't worry about the cost

Step to us, you already lost

Bitch, we still gettin' off

We still gettin' off

Bitch, we still gettin' off

We still gettin' off

I'm a certified hustler

Lil' nigga, get your muscle up

Mustard-ass niggas can't catch up

Cause they can't fuck with us

Can't trust you with the bag

Cause we know that you gon' fuck It up

Ain't even tryin' to brag

But you know you can't get up with us

I pull up on a ave

Blunts n cups, time to pour it up

How you out here claimin' F.O.E

And try to fold on us

Now I hit the road for them fresh hunnids

And I got the cycle on repeat

You need to change your name, Dawg

Cause you really out here tryin' to Be me

F.O.E. on my back

Family over everything, that's a Fact

Heard my name in the track

That's all I remember, that shit Was wack

Talkin' bout fresh hunnids

You ain't never had it in Abundance

Shittin' on you nigga

And then he weather better grab a Plunger

Bitch, we still gettin' off

Touchdown like Randy Moss

F.O.E. ain't worried bout the cost

Step to us, you already lost

Bitch, we still gettin' off

We still gettin' off

Bitch, we still gettin' off

We still gettin' off

I'm always on, never off

Cause I'm a hustler

Buildin' up clientele

Not fuckin' with you busters

We party all night

Don't bring your fist to a fight

You'll be dead on sight

Somebody losin' they life

All my wrongs are right

I do this shit out of spite

Entire Adidas to suit

Yeah, I'm showin' my stripes

Leave you dead on arrival

Wishin' hell to my rivals

Never bring a bitch to a gangster Recital

Once exposed to these G's

Then she ain't gonna like you

These pistols and rifles

Gonna sever your stifle

Swear to fuckin' God

Right hand on the Bible

I live and die for the grind

Yeah, I gotta get mine

That's all on my mind

Got the whip in overdrive

Been chasin' that paper

All up and down the mile

And I'm stickin' that clutch

Gettin' money is a must

My voice on the track

Like Kobe Bryant in the clutch

The 8 2 4

Man, you already know

I keep ice in my cup

Still rockin' all gold

Bitch, we still gettin' off

Touchdown like Randy Moss

F.O.E. and worry about the cost

Step to us, you already lost

Bitch, we still gettin' off

We still gettin' off

Bitch, we still gettin' off

We still gettin' off