Can't Be Stopped
I got so many flows
So I pick out and swap
Airplane mode, cause i'm straight at the top
Niggas be crazy until they get rocked
My niggas on go and they never gon' stop
Call me my shooter he sit down and watch
Call me my scammer he get to that guap
Like I said last time I keep me a glock
It's gon' make him dance like he doing TikTok
We ain't Tupac well we gon' hit em' up
That draco got shells and they crackin' yours up
We flashing the poles if he think that he tough
He ain't screaming no more I think he had enough
They ain't no dogs but they like to woof
He just my brother we gon leave him rough
I cannot catch myself all in that love
Because I got problem that leave you a scuff
Boners on boners I think it got four
He diss me back I think he want some more
Counting these bands and they higher then yours
My niggas be spending while yours in the store
Give momma a coupe it got butterfly doors
Niggas be talking but really ain't sure
Got nines with the hollows they leaving you sore
All my niggas got blicks we ain't fighting with swords
Run in your spot till you get on the floor
Bought me a mansion and basketball courts
I ate this beat tell them give me fork
Yea i'm running this rap they should make it a sport
Blesses on blesses now they call me Drake
I'm squeezing the trigger how much can he take?
Look dead in the face and then tell him he fake
These niggas is done while i'm making my plate
I be on top while you ready to climb
Try to rob me i'm committing a crime
These niggas sweet while i'm sour like lime
Could never kill me, cause it's never the time
Niggas be talking but really be lying
You say you next up, boy get back in line
I'm just a rookie on veteran time
My niggas gon' rip, tear, and chew through yo spine
I know i'm good you ain't gotta show love
I leave him leaking and send him above
Get in the mix we gon' clean you like dove
I be on that show i'm brotherly love
It's too many lies cannot tell me to trust
Glock is too shiny it don't got no rust
We got you crying you should've picked us
I never left off but ima pick up
I keep on scoring like my last name Bill
Shoot, you can't drive you can't handle the wheel
My niggas on go and they grippin' the steel
Why you screaming and running like you won't get killed?
I'm in the Honda the jakes think i pill
Money be long like it's walking on stilts
Get him a lick let's see what i built
Your niggas be woofin' my niggas be real
Im on the three o' like Saxton like yola
Niggas slide through we gon stretch him like yoga
I keep a carbon ain't talking bout soda
The jakes get behind me ain't no pulling over
Yo boys ain't rock they get fried like some okra
Please don't play me its like sharing cream soda
Im getting green on my lil master yoda
Ima get to the bread I don't need a diploma
I was trappin' the side of the back of the back
Phone might get dirty I spit on the track
We got green beams and we never gon' lack
If you thinking bout running we shooting yo back
I don't need jail I be on my jack
P's in my q's or we pouring up ack'
Please don't play stupid please watch how you act
My niggas don't run they just run to that sack
So I pick out and swap
Airplane mode, cause i'm straight at the top
Niggas be crazy until they get rocked
My niggas on go and they never gon' stop
Call me my shooter he sit down and watch
Call me my scammer he get to that guap
Like I said last time I keep me a glock
It's gon' make him dance like he doing TikTok
We ain't Tupac well we gon' hit em' up
That draco got shells and they crackin' yours up
We flashing the poles if he think that he tough
He ain't screaming no more I think he had enough
They ain't no dogs but they like to woof
He just my brother we gon leave him rough
I cannot catch myself all in that love
Because I got problem that leave you a scuff
Boners on boners I think it got four
He diss me back I think he want some more
Counting these bands and they higher then yours
My niggas be spending while yours in the store
Give momma a coupe it got butterfly doors
Niggas be talking but really ain't sure
Got nines with the hollows they leaving you sore
All my niggas got blicks we ain't fighting with swords
Run in your spot till you get on the floor
Bought me a mansion and basketball courts
I ate this beat tell them give me fork
Yea i'm running this rap they should make it a sport
Blesses on blesses now they call me Drake
I'm squeezing the trigger how much can he take?
Look dead in the face and then tell him he fake
These niggas is done while i'm making my plate
I be on top while you ready to climb
Try to rob me i'm committing a crime
These niggas sweet while i'm sour like lime
Could never kill me, cause it's never the time
Niggas be talking but really be lying
You say you next up, boy get back in line
I'm just a rookie on veteran time
My niggas gon' rip, tear, and chew through yo spine
I know i'm good you ain't gotta show love
I leave him leaking and send him above
Get in the mix we gon' clean you like dove
I be on that show i'm brotherly love
It's too many lies cannot tell me to trust
Glock is too shiny it don't got no rust
We got you crying you should've picked us
I never left off but ima pick up
I keep on scoring like my last name Bill
Shoot, you can't drive you can't handle the wheel
My niggas on go and they grippin' the steel
Why you screaming and running like you won't get killed?
I'm in the Honda the jakes think i pill
Money be long like it's walking on stilts
Get him a lick let's see what i built
Your niggas be woofin' my niggas be real
Im on the three o' like Saxton like yola
Niggas slide through we gon stretch him like yoga
I keep a carbon ain't talking bout soda
The jakes get behind me ain't no pulling over
Yo boys ain't rock they get fried like some okra
Please don't play me its like sharing cream soda
Im getting green on my lil master yoda
Ima get to the bread I don't need a diploma
I was trappin' the side of the back of the back
Phone might get dirty I spit on the track
We got green beams and we never gon' lack
If you thinking bout running we shooting yo back
I don't need jail I be on my jack
P's in my q's or we pouring up ack'
Please don't play stupid please watch how you act
My niggas don't run they just run to that sack
Credits
Writer(s): Ricky Vercetti
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