Can't Stop

He can't really talk now
He a lil pussy caught up in the dog pound
My new whip so loud it make surround sounds
When I stand on the money no need to knee down
I can't really stop man
I can never stop man, no lookin' at the clock man
Runnin' up the charts, how you think I got out apartments?
I can never stop man, I can never flop man
Finna go to Laced YC, 5 shoes I'm finna cop man

I can't really hang around the block
I got shooters for the opps
I got money, mob ties, so yo' bitch ass gon' get popped
I can't take no L, my money blue like whale
If I see a thing on sale, next day that shit in my mail

Pull out my choppa and I'm sprayin' with the team
Fuck a bean, pop a advil
Put the jollys in the lean (bhoa, bhoa, bhoa)
I got Sprite up in my body and my benjis fill my jeans
Walked in 4PF, pockets empty when I left the scene (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't really talk to hoes don't know what they plannin' when we meet
I'm like fuck that
Fuck a Air Force 1 put Crocs up on my feet (on my feet)
I'm like fuck
Realized that I'm broke, so I'ma spin the lease (spin the lease)
I got za, pass that shit around, individually (Individually)



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