Stop!

Stop!
You niggas be talking to cops
You niggas ain't toting no Glocks
Everyday I be focused on guap you know how I rock
Yeah, Ouu'
I think shawty is feeling the mood
She come over now she getting nude
I get high and I go to the moon this blunt a typhoon

Bitch do it look like I care? No
In her backyard like a scarecrow
These niggas be plotting and they pocket watching
So stay with ya rocket you better keep caution
Got the strap in this bitch if he up then I off him
The funeral home go and get him a coffin
I'm smoking gelato and shit I keep coughing
Put a hole in ya head now you look like a dolphin
The system overload is critical I got the methods need money reciprocal
She wanna pinnacle she wanna climax
When I'm off the molly yeah I like to have sex
I told her to bring a friend so we can trifecta'
I work out in the pussy I'm flexing my triceps
A carnivorous bitch take my kids and she digest
A million dollar nigga waiting on my check
Aye, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I hop in my bag let's get it
Her mom wanna hump and I might be with it
My bro caught a case and it got acquitted
Thought this shit was laced, but it's gas tho
Hit from the back put my thumb in her butthole
Semi-automatic shots how the guns go
Yeah I got a good girl, but I love hoes

Stop!
You niggas be talking to cops
You niggas ain't toting no Glocks
Everyday I be focused on guap you know how I rock
Yeah, Ouu'
I think shawty is feeling the mood
She come over now she getting nude
I get high and I go to the moon this blunt a typhoon
Stop!
You niggas be talking to cops
You niggas ain't toting no Glocks
Everyday I be focused on guap you know how I rock
Yeah, Ouu'
I think shawty is feeling the mood
She come over now she getting nude
I get high and I go to the moon this blunt a typhoon



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Writer(s): James Barnes
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