And I Still - Rod Wave

Pipe that shit up, TnT

Trae made this beat

Uh, uh

I ain’t felt this way in a minute (Uh, uh)

I just blew the roof through the ceiling (Through the ceiling, yeah), uh

I just woke up to another million (Million, yeah)

Finally made my way out of the trenches (Ooh), and I still

Take a brick and break a brick and get it gone, yeah (Yeah)

Take a bitch and break a bitch and send her home, yeah (What else?)

'Bout my brothers, you in trouble, you right that they wrong, yeah (What else?)

All that I know, yeah (What else?), murder she wrote, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah (Oh yeah, yeah)

Uh, yeah, yeah (Oh yeah-yeah, yeah)

Uh, gang-gang forever, I’ma die for my respect, uh

Say my name, whatever, get you popped through a text, uh

Hunnid K or better, I just wrapped it 'round my neck

Johnny Dang, king of bling, I just re-fucked up a check

On the road doin' shows, comin' to your city next

Bunch of bottom boy survivors, be a long way from the jets, uh

It might need some thinkin', and, God, I finally get to flex

Reminisce about hard times right before I bought a jet

And who need a stylist when you got all this money pilin'?

All it took was goddess, a young nigga, but far from childish

Me and Lil J don’t get them lows, get 'em gone and then rewind it

You sold four hundred Ps and brought back eight hundred thousand (Yeah)

I ain’t felt this way in a minute (Uh, uh)

I just blew the roof through the ceiling (Through the ceiling, yeah), uh

I just woke up to another million (Another million)

Finally made my way out of the trenches (I'm out the trenches), and I still

Take a brick and break a brick and get it gone, yeah (Oh)

Take a bitch and break a bitch and send her home, yeah (Yeah, uh, ooh)

'Bout my brothers, you in trouble, you right that they wrong, yeah

All that I know, yeah, murder she wrote, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Ah, ah)

Yeah

Uh, yeah, yeah

Okay, uh

What else?

Uh

What else?

Uh

What else?

Uh, yeah