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Still Gon Go Video (MV)




Performed By: Real Boston Richey
Featuring: Lil Yachty
From Album: Richey Rich
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Jalen Foster
Year: 2024




Real Boston Richey - Still Gon Go Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lil Yachty ]

Uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Ain't gotta be up in the city, these Bubbas still gon' go
Ain't gotta go and do no killings, that nigga still gon' go (for sure)
I ain't gotta go and sign no deal, nigga, I'm still gon' blow
You put that trust up in that bitch, nigga, she still gon' go
You movin' mad wocky, you movin' mad cocky
I keep switchin' up all my swag, it make it hard for niggas to copy
I don't like a messy bitch, but when you suck it, bae, do it sloppy
I don't like the messy shit, never put my hands up on your body
Like my bitches to be robotic, buyin' bags, know that's my hobby
What the f*ck the world comin' to? I'm doin' a song with Yachty
What the f*ck the world comin' to? Everybody think they 'bout it
The young niggas don't even want no money, they tryin' to catch a body

Ridin' 'round the city with my curtains closed
I ain't did no shows, still pulled in eight O's
I been pourin' cold fours, now they love the kid
I been thinkin' 'bout revenge and I'll never miss
Huh, fee-fi, keep an F&N for all my foes
Always on my toes, slidin' 'round in Rolls
I ain't talkin' election when I say she ate that pole
I'ma sip the cup while she heat up with the coal

Talk to 'em for a minute, hold on, uh

I'm tired of bein' humble, I'm back on niggas' bumpers
I ran it up bein' a runner, all A's, give me my honors
My bitch want me to be stuck up in her ass just like a romper
But, bae, I'm out here trappin' and I'm rappin', doin' numbers
New day, I'm out here stabbin', I bought my Maybach out the Honda
No way I'm goin' for none of that shit you talkin', I can't stumble
No way I'm goin' for none of these bitches, they can't bring me honor
Now let me pop my shit, matter fact, give me my stick
Niggas tweakin' in this bitch like they done popped off on a jig'
I ain't choose a side, but gotta know I'm dyin' 'bout who I'm with
Doin' music now, but I was the one who was breakin' in your shit

Ain't even, they don't even know this nigga, they still gon' go
Ain't even pull the 'Rari out, the Track' still gon' go
Ain't have to tell my doctor to get it, but I'm still on a four
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English

Uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Ain't gotta be up in the city, these Bubbas still gon' go
Ain't gotta go and do no killings, that nigga still gon' go (for sure)
I ain't gotta go and sign no deal, nigga, I'm still gon' blow
You put that trust up in that bitch, nigga, she still gon' go
You movin' mad wocky, you movin' mad cocky
I keep switchin' up all my swag, it make it hard for niggas to copy
I don't like a messy bitch, but when you suck it, bae, do it sloppy
I don't like the messy shit, never put my hands up on your body
Like my bitches to be robotic, buyin' bags, know that's my hobby
What the f*ck the world comin' to? I'm doin' a song with Yachty
What the f*ck the world comin' to? Everybody think they 'bout it
The young niggas don't even want no money, they tryin' to catch a body

Ridin' 'round the city with my curtains closed
I ain't did no shows, still pulled in eight O's
I been pourin' cold fours, now they love the kid
I been thinkin' 'bout revenge and I'll never miss
Huh, fee-fi, keep an F&N for all my foes
Always on my toes, slidin' 'round in Rolls
I ain't talkin' election when I say she ate that pole
I'ma sip the cup while she heat up with the coal

Talk to 'em for a minute, hold on, uh

I'm tired of bein' humble, I'm back on niggas' bumpers
I ran it up bein' a runner, all A's, give me my honors
My bitch want me to be stuck up in her ass just like a romper
But, bae, I'm out here trappin' and I'm rappin', doin' numbers
New day, I'm out here stabbin', I bought my Maybach out the Honda
No way I'm goin' for none of that shit you talkin', I can't stumble
No way I'm goin' for none of these bitches, they can't bring me honor
Now let me pop my shit, matter fact, give me my stick
Niggas tweakin' in this bitch like they done popped off on a jig'
I ain't choose a side, but gotta know I'm dyin' 'bout who I'm with
Doin' music now, but I was the one who was breakin' in your shit

Ain't even, they don't even know this nigga, they still gon' go
Ain't even pull the 'Rari out, the Track' still gon' go
Ain't have to tell my doctor to get it, but I'm still on a four
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Writer: Jalen Foster
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC



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