Lyrics Cdot Honcho – Still A Takeover

She acting innocent, know she a freak
When I be finishing, she on her knee
Pockets on F, my whip is on E
It’s a habit, that hood nigga still up in me
Shit could get tragic, just get up with me
Aim at your head, brains rippin’ your seat
Fresh as a napkin, and Listerine
Peppermint, spearmint, and Mr. Clean
Never in class, I wasn’t Mr. Dean
If I wasn’t in there, I was running up green
You ever had hollows right up between your ass?
Heatseeker had to go seek your ass
If we ain’t got it, we beatin’ your ass
I sit back, she suck me, I squeeze her ass
Probably in traffic just breezing pass
Pipes track hawker, can’t nobody hawk him
Blocked her number, I ain’t with the stalkin’
We get into it, somebody white chalkin’
Everybody talk, it ain’t nobody walkin’
Gucci be boring, nigga I been there too often
Yeezy 500’s don’t come out too often
Real VVS and you won’t see an offset
I promise they won’t make them like me again
Where I’m from they don’t wanna see you win
Fuck hoes, three or fourths, never see again
Rocked your show hard, book me again

I got dead presidents, fuck a new friend
Niggas still front me, gon’ need a new hand
I smoke gas, no we don’t do xans (Aye, Bitch)
Got it all independent
Racked up, now the family all in my business
Ain’t nobody step out, I rose from the trenches
Life overload, I’ma treat like we engines
Living the sweet life, I’m at the Tipton
Ice on my pinky, keeping it Pimpin
Reach, and you on a tea, like Lipton
Bitch, smoking exotic, I’m lifted
If I flame up another, I’m drifting away
Superstar status, they figured the way
Designers, got on a couple today
Ran through, I throw that a hoe couple a way
I’m usually an ass, I’m humble today
Too bitches exotic, I can’t feel my face
Bitch