Can't Stop, Won't Stop

(Hmm)
(No, no, oh, no, no, no)
(Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, yeah, okay)

Walking in the flee past the shirt stand
Yo homie on a shirt, I think I knew him
Send thirty on your block, let them blew them
He killed my brother, nigga ooed them
I'm screaming roll up, uh yeah
I wear my hoodie in the summer baby girl
How them bitches don't know us, yeah

And I sound like the baby
But I'm fresher than that bitch in that stroller
Do you really feel me, something like doctor king they might kill me
Uncle AL drilled number two, they might drill me
Something like the future, mask off they gon' feel me
Okay hold up, she tryna get a bag, she tryna blow up

In her stomach from the back, but I ain't that tore her
And the party almost over, she gon' fold up, yeah
Like this, off the top she gon' think it's psychic
Like a red hoe, she don't like shit
But you know that I'm reckless
And I'm all with a trick, but you still gotta check it

Can't stop, won't stop
Touch money, but we headed to the top
Long as you touching money, them hoes gon' wanna fuck
Yeah, say them hoes gon' wanna fuck
She say Chism give me one more chance
Stella got a back, but I ain't see that dance
Feeling on her thighs now I'm deep in her pants
She done caught feelings now she holding my hand

Out in public, I know you love it
Your ex-boyfriend lame, baby girl you should dub him
You wanna have fun, so you screaming out fuck him
Good girls, gang gang, you know they fucking
First forty-eight, but I don't need no time
Riding with the clock and you know this bitch at 9
Hit it from the back, I'm tryna break a bitch spine
Ay, break a bitch spine

Okay, throw up where you from
Where I'm from, we like to buy guns
Chevrolet sitting up and getting 24's
Do it for your pride, don't do it for these hoes
Stay up out that club, cause you know you got shows
But you caught up with them hoes on that pole
Grab that top, hit that drop, like Chipman in no six
Hood niggas love hoe shit

She's a stripper, bitch I'm from the city so I feel her
She got kids, she's a wife, that's more realer
She don't give a fuck about her nigga
This is her life, (oh, yeah) she tryna get it right
And she fucked up the night, she about to turn up
She say she really wanna turn up (yeah)
Down here I say them hoes get live
All she need is a prick and she in her vibe

You're sticking and rolling, look in her eyes
She be vibing, look at her vibe
I'm about to whew get it
When she leave the crib, they be like who hit it
Too hood in high school, yeah he too city
And his brothers with him, yeah they too with it, yeah
I'm screaming

Can't stop, won't stop
Touch money, but we headed to the top
Long as you touching money, them hoes gon' wanna fuck
Yeah, say them hoes gon' wanna fuck
She say Chism give me one more chance
Stella got a back, but I ain't see that dance
Feeling on her thighs now I'm deep in her pants
She done caught feelings now she holding my hand

Out in public, I know you love it
Your ex-boyfriend lame, baby girl you should dub him
You wanna have fun, so you screaming out fuck him
Good girls, gang gang, you know they fucking
First forty-eight, but I don't need no time
Riding with the clock and you know this bitch at 9
Hit it from the back, I'm tryna break a bitch spine
Ay, break a bitch spine