Never Stop (feat. PopaBand)
Want me to buy ah ysl ans vvs
I buy it to day then she gone let me pop tomorrow
I get her that brand new brand new Benz if her car broke
We independent baby we don't do no care notes
We from nah gutter out the trenches wit drugs n girbauds
I'll send it right now what it cost to get your nail and toes
Shoutout my bruddas SK4L girl we all bros
Ima pit bull in these chains I gotta hard nose
I got them c notes in my pocket they dont fold for sure
Hit the strip club in that 2 seater vallet forsure
Take dat henny bottle to the head I got her driving nah boat
Wit them Cartier shades I see through the smoke
They Call me Sk for short
But Big SK for sho
I can't open up for no chick
But we still run through hoes
they want attention better watch out they do the most
Got hit with screen shots
Got hit with fake post
Shoutout my real bruddas we don't do no fake bros
I rock designer we don't do no fake clothes
Big bro wanna Range Rover i said go head and cop the Porsche
But he want the sport mode wit da v10 it still got some horse
Shawty bad in my city one of us pop ofcourse
I been locked in wit dis music like ain got no choice
I'm one of them stars at the top like a rolls Royce
I had a big imagination since ah lil boy
I said one day they gone see my face and they gone hear my voice
Me and my bruddas move quiet but we making noise
Don't let nobody in the way that's just a decoy
We tryna build but if we got to we'll destroy
I took the hooping route my cousin was a dboy
I use to spin around in that whip when they was doing the Roy
First time I did some donuts in it brought me sweet joy
Even when I'm spinning outta control I'm gone keep going
I got that hoody on my head cause it might keep storming
They might try to slow me down but I'm gone keep going
Even when she broke my heart I had to keep going
People left me in the dark I had to keep going
Like ah bike when you ghost ride ima keep going
He was just talking to himself like a sleep paralysis
So many times I was stabbed in the back
Fuck a nine like debo I need to get hit wit a brick
Fuck a genie I need a miracle I got more then 3 wishes
I wish my niggas locked up make it home from prison
I wish my niggas in the grave ah get the digging
Want them alive but this ain't instagram mention
I pray they see me but they blind
I want your love but don't make time
They want my spot they want my shine
I ain on stage but I got a audience
I know they listen to my words listen to my audio
You know I'm inside all red like I'm Mario
Ima name you zzzz girl I'm tired of you
Got a whole lot on my plate and not a pile of food
Ima never stop ima keep going going
Niggas just wanna know what be going on
Hoes just be blowing blowing
Shoot him in his head fuck what all he knowing
Nigga use your head use your sense like you suppose to
I can't let a bitch waste my time I can't let you
Bet up on myself I can't bet up on the next dude
I fuck that hoe way before I met you
I was getting money way before I met you
I charge all my Ls to the game if We fall gotta get up and keep going
Keep going
Keep going
I charge all of my Ls to game gotta if we fall gotta get up and keep
Sk hit ya wit the Sk
Get ya mind right PopaBand bbbbdddddd
I had to keep going
Always tried to slow me down
Back to the wall
Back in the booth
Letting that pain out letting that real out
Everything we been through
Everything we seen
Everything we was apart of
From the past to the future
Everything we wanna accomplish
I'm letting it out
Tried to keep going
I buy it to day then she gone let me pop tomorrow
I get her that brand new brand new Benz if her car broke
We independent baby we don't do no care notes
We from nah gutter out the trenches wit drugs n girbauds
I'll send it right now what it cost to get your nail and toes
Shoutout my bruddas SK4L girl we all bros
Ima pit bull in these chains I gotta hard nose
I got them c notes in my pocket they dont fold for sure
Hit the strip club in that 2 seater vallet forsure
Take dat henny bottle to the head I got her driving nah boat
Wit them Cartier shades I see through the smoke
They Call me Sk for short
But Big SK for sho
I can't open up for no chick
But we still run through hoes
they want attention better watch out they do the most
Got hit with screen shots
Got hit with fake post
Shoutout my real bruddas we don't do no fake bros
I rock designer we don't do no fake clothes
Big bro wanna Range Rover i said go head and cop the Porsche
But he want the sport mode wit da v10 it still got some horse
Shawty bad in my city one of us pop ofcourse
I been locked in wit dis music like ain got no choice
I'm one of them stars at the top like a rolls Royce
I had a big imagination since ah lil boy
I said one day they gone see my face and they gone hear my voice
Me and my bruddas move quiet but we making noise
Don't let nobody in the way that's just a decoy
We tryna build but if we got to we'll destroy
I took the hooping route my cousin was a dboy
I use to spin around in that whip when they was doing the Roy
First time I did some donuts in it brought me sweet joy
Even when I'm spinning outta control I'm gone keep going
I got that hoody on my head cause it might keep storming
They might try to slow me down but I'm gone keep going
Even when she broke my heart I had to keep going
People left me in the dark I had to keep going
Like ah bike when you ghost ride ima keep going
He was just talking to himself like a sleep paralysis
So many times I was stabbed in the back
Fuck a nine like debo I need to get hit wit a brick
Fuck a genie I need a miracle I got more then 3 wishes
I wish my niggas locked up make it home from prison
I wish my niggas in the grave ah get the digging
Want them alive but this ain't instagram mention
I pray they see me but they blind
I want your love but don't make time
They want my spot they want my shine
I ain on stage but I got a audience
I know they listen to my words listen to my audio
You know I'm inside all red like I'm Mario
Ima name you zzzz girl I'm tired of you
Got a whole lot on my plate and not a pile of food
Ima never stop ima keep going going
Niggas just wanna know what be going on
Hoes just be blowing blowing
Shoot him in his head fuck what all he knowing
Nigga use your head use your sense like you suppose to
I can't let a bitch waste my time I can't let you
Bet up on myself I can't bet up on the next dude
I fuck that hoe way before I met you
I was getting money way before I met you
I charge all my Ls to the game if We fall gotta get up and keep going
Keep going
Keep going
I charge all of my Ls to game gotta if we fall gotta get up and keep
Sk hit ya wit the Sk
Get ya mind right PopaBand bbbbdddddd
I had to keep going
Always tried to slow me down
Back to the wall
Back in the booth
Letting that pain out letting that real out
Everything we been through
Everything we seen
Everything we was apart of
From the past to the future
Everything we wanna accomplish
I'm letting it out
Tried to keep going
Credits
Writer(s): Markel Epps
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