Don't Stop (Track 9)

Hope this shit right here don't stop
Hope this shit right here don't flop
Hope they get hype when we drop
Hope they get mad when we pop
Pop pop pop off
I run to the bench and they walk off
I call you a bitch and you stomp off
But why do you pitch like its softball
I'm overhanded too outlandish
Too amazing go frantic turned manic
House shaking we blazing no panic
Aye aye
It's RIP Lincoln I'm killing the booth
Yeah you a Tom you can't handle the truth
Up on your block boy you will not shoot
Up in the moshpit gimme the loot
Wait a sec
Build the Ville like an architect
I'm calling it this be my hardest yet
Can't run outta bars not pardoned yet
Apologies to all my partners yeah
When I be rapping my verse demolish it
J DOMS and Why Mark now that's a good partnership
Yeah I can talk my shit but I might flaunt my shit
"Why Mark so good" fuck all the compliments
Ear to ear I be cheesing
Smoke good smoke diesel
Live life like a regal

Aaah
The thing is is that
I don't be looking for cat
Too busy getting scratch don't start to react
I'm thinking of reaching for this
And he grabbing for that
Hope this right here make a nigga go
Get up off his ass and get a job
Like he tryna get rich
Bigger pond so I had to go fish
Black swan I'm a ball like Ole Miss
I'm a big dipper white folks be like
J DOMS that's that nigga
Aye I hope this shit it don't stop

I got axes dual wield axes
Oh got dirt in my eyes
He got dirt in his eyes bro
We out here bruh
Aye I love you
I love you Devon
You my brother
Did you find his weed
Yeah I had a point five
That I left there and I need it expeditiously
Expeditiously
Aye hold up surprisingly dope



Credits
Writer(s): Jalen Spreitler, Mark Welch
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