Nonstop

歌詞

I dont never past the blunt This aint no track meet My bitch got shot gun Put that nigga inna back seat They tryna be like me I think somebody hacked me Who talking rap beef I killed them all by track three They would tell u dreamin aint possible N start pinchin u but not pitchin in N I would tell u who the dopest is But the feds probably out listening Niggas money short as my attention span I dont see nobody gotta different lines Put the bait out, wait out They bite the flow I reel them in like fishermen Im on green level, when it come to money But I burn trees like a arsonist Get my medication from a pharmacist U could leave that shake for the parkacist Need a blunt rolled with my butt rubbed From a young thug like Barter 6 Niggas act tough, get u fucked up Now Im back riding to the Carter six On Sunset swerving Hella deep got em nervous Tease a nigga on purpose I can be pitchin how I be curvin Gotta head full of raps Might as well walk around with a turbin Yo niggas like Lions on the Wiz N aint nan one got courage All this gold on me Im thinking I juss hit the jackpot Steppin in Givenchy feeling bitch With my hat cocked Bout to tell yo nigga, get a grip He got the trap hot Tried to put him onna team He rather be a mascot Dont look back, we ahead of ya Middle fingers to the editors Im a predator, what competitors Wanna battle, gotta be better first Got my toes done, Im still a road runner From the real estate, like a home hunter If a bitch try to call me out Then Im knowing that she got the wrong number Got picked up inna Rolls Royce N the neighbors tried to call ghost busters Ran into my ex about a week ago N I swear to God he was so busted Yo last video looked good But the song weak, n its no numbers How we finna heat up on bitches now It would fuck around n be no summer I dont get that hyped, that get you people all excited Imma walk or not, make a nigga wanna tie it Its all about how you talk, might turn yo fan into a client Told them Imma feed the streets I know the real aint gon deny it Its a party but its private, you are not invited They say since when you switched it up I say i just decided I really live this life Dont need nobody else to write it Niggas swearing that they flying Guess somebody shot the pilot Fuck a Benz, I need that Lambo Yea i got that amo I promise niggas wont get cleared like a sample Made it to the hills When my niggas still in a Bando Im so sick, Im sipping Campbells Hate to watch n flip the channel They say x will mark the spot I signed the line n got that treasure Finessed him out his plugs I put business over pleasure They tell me they opinions I dont listen fuck a lecture I keep twenty on the dresser Know these bitches feel the pressure