Still Prevail Lyrics – Gunna

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Sipping OJ in the Cris’
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands gon’ go on my wrist
This b!tch dranking me, she a fish
They soft that they swivel, don’t stick

I can do a lot of things but don’t miss
Your baby mama know that I’m it
I fu*k on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, b!tch, you know I’m a player
All this salt only killing the snails
Load the yacht up, I’m ready to sail
It’s some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my n!ggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail

[Verse 1]
Come on, ain’t tryna be lat
ot a show, l’ma go cross-state
We could creep and be well out the way
Pick a time and a place
I done seen how n!ggas switch sides
I’m like, “Nah, I’m straight”
B!tch bad, got a gap through her thighs
She fine, okay
They still gotta pay us
I took her to Zales
I cut like a flair
Have the Cuban, I don’t wanna link
I clear all the tabs

They pay for their abs
I put faith in my craft
And for now on, I’m keeping receipts
On the grind, I’m knee-deep
These rhymes paid all my lease
She fine, speaking in Greek
With vibes, we out in Greece
High, stimulate my mind, tryna reach my peak
High, yeah, I’m gon’ touch the sky, you know I get fleek
Yo, slide

[Chorus]
Sipping OJ in the Cris’
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands gon’ go on my wrist
This b!tch dranking me, she a fish
They soft that they swivel, don’t stick
I can do a lot of things but don’t miss
Your baby mama know that I’m it
I fu*k on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, b!tch, you know I’m a player
All this salt only killing the snails
Load the yacht up, I’m ready to sail
It’s some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my n!ggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail

[Verse 2]
Thank the Lord, I don’t take it for granted
I can pop on a whole ‘nother planet
I love fu*king my b!tch ’cause I’m mannish
I love watching her take off her panties
I know some of you n!ggas can’t stand it
Ain’t gon’ get it, that n!gga still having
Love to see me, they seeing what’s happening
They stay ready, l’on gotta get ready
She with it, I don’t gotta say it
I don’t figured you know how to play it
I’m all on they radar
I’m high-key that n!gga for real
Keep working, it pay off
You spend it however you feel
I can’t take a day off
I’m planting more seeds in the field
Yeah, n!gga fly, dressing to kill
No lie, this energy real
Rhyme geeking on
Landing in Beverly Hills
Out my mind
Half a mil’ for my bills
That’s why I grind
Fu*k how a n!gga feel

[Chorus]
Sipping OJ in the Cris’
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands gon’ go on my wrist
This b!tch dranking me, she a fish
They soft that they swivel, don’t stick
I can do a lot of things but don’t miss
Your baby mama know that I mean it
I fu*k on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, b!tch, you know I’m a player
All this salt only killing the snails
Load the yacht up, I’m ready to sail
It’s some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my n!ggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail