Hunxho – Still Still Lyrics

Still Still

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"Still Still." - Hunxho

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:36 am

Album: I Quit Rap

Track No: 06

Yeah, huh
Still a young ****, young drug dealer
I'm a bread winner, I'm a big spender
She some fine shit, fine, thick bitch
She keep a rich ****, not a bitch ****
She go Chanel now, huh, she keep her nails did, huh
She the catch, yeah, shit, I take her everywhere
She on my mind every day like a pair of headphones
He can't play with my bitch, **** play, a bitch smoked
Don't compare to her, huh, not at all, hell no
Not a lil' ****, huh, they know I'm the big bro
I got my diamonds out the water like a fish, yeah
I got plug who drop kis like Alicia
I don't know them ****, they ain't gang, then I won't piece ya
I been at the top of the food chain, I'm the big shark
I ain't never duckin' no smoke, we can meet up
As soon as my bitch get home, that pussy beat up
Soon as she get home, I beat that pussy up, no remorse
We don't do nothin' but kick shit, we like Fifa
Lately, I been poppin' big shit, tell 'em, "Keep up"
Pull up to the spot, get all white, Justin Bieber
Huh, money, I got plenty, I'm a hustler, I go get it (Go get it)
Send my bitch to Lenox, we don't do the Lululemon, huh
Tell my ho got many, I don't do the hoes who friendly
Still free shooter, be a shooter, be perfect attendance
You see me, shoot at me, don't let me pop up in your mansion
Don't ask me 'bout no beef, I don't know nothin' else, but I been gettin' it
The only problem I ever had was 'bout some money, hell yeah
On my side of town, we Usain Bolt, we run it, hell yeah
I can't let no bae be my conscious, damn, dog, I'm way too player
Put the opps right on this belt, ****, you can't stand to get your chair
Can't move too fast 'cause the boy might slip
And if you do bad, then your ass gettin' dipped
She like Magic, make her strip
I'm in the V12, the V12
And my hoes straight out the club, I ain't mad at BBLs
Don't make calls when I pop out, you got my lo'? Just meet me there
They ain't real, know they'll cross you, just be cautious and beware
When I drive, stay in my mirror, know I got it, stay on fifth
I go shop in other cities, I done burned out at the Phipps
Real ****, I caught cases with my dogs and never flipped
I ain't poor, I made more, but it's more problems when you rich
Send 'em out, they drop somethin', don't none of my dogs don't do attempts
Still a young ****, young drug dealer
I'm a bread winner, I'm a big spender
She some fine shit, fine, thick bitch
She keep a rich ****, not a bitch ****
She go Chanel now, huh, she keep her nails did, huh
She the catch, yeah, shit, I take her everywhere
She on my mind every day like a pair of headphones
He can't play with my bitch, **** play, a bitch smoked
He can't play with my bitch, **** play, a bitch smoked

Writer(s): Bobby Turner Jr., Ibrahim Dodo, Tank & Trocon Roberts, Jr..

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