Can't Stop Rapping Lyrics

Check my calendar, it's beat up bitch ass day

Only time I'm smiling when I leave an opp with the sad face

Girl tryna hit the club, I thought you had class today

Talkin' bout they ran the money up, I know a faster way

Way I'm rappin' make the producer go adjust the pace

Yeah, they gave me the evil eye, so I had to go adjust they face

I don't work at finish line, but everything I sell is laced

I put the syrup in the soda way before I'm sayin' grace

Only thing I'm addicted to is big booty bitches

Know they hate the way I move because I move with no permission

I just fucked a wig off her, now we got a perm missing

Big ass blunt inside my mouth, yeah, me and sherm kissin'

Okay, time is up, time to go and hit the next flow

Way this girl be talkin' to me? She say, what you doin' step bro

Bitch, I ain't your bro, and I ain't your dad neither

Way you been actin' lately, I think we should call the preacher

Only way the pounds touchdown, when I'm wide receivin'

All the opps, odd todds, they ain't gettin' even Steven

Gotta leave a Bible open, when she suck it, she a demon

She just ask me, when you gonna post me? I said, keep on dreamin'

Keep on thinkin', have a open mind

Diamonds on your brain, I just wanna see your soul shine

White ho from my city, and I just think that she so fine

Look her in her eyes and tell her one day you gon' be on mine

I'm a little bit too possessive

I can't take the blame, where you movin', it's just too suggestive

Okay, I been talkin' too much, time to get right back on topic

All this ice around my neck, just call me Davy Crockett

I'm movin' different

I'm on them Broward County Tic Tacs

We smokin' shit in a glass pipe, blowin' the Lord's bowl

They must have amnesia, they forgot that I'm him

Gotta let my homeboy talk, he just had to say his peace

Bitch, we flyer than a cockpit, bitch, we flyer than some geese

Banned from Hilton Hotels, cause I'm fuckin' up they sheets

If that bitch ain't get no dick from me, her life is incomplete

I'm the Don Juan, ride my wave like Ron Jon

I might fuck a cheerleader while she hold her pom-pom

Think this bitch is on some

All the opps get they hoes from www.imabrokebitch.com

All the opps still smokin' Swisters

All the opps still usin' Windows Vista

All the opps really fuckin' on they sister

And that shit despicable

Bitch, if I fuck with you, better act like you ain't never got some dick before

They gon' try to figure me out, but I'm just too difficult

If I see the opp with some Rick Owens, I grab a different coat

My fashion on a whole different level, whole different story

My shit like a skyscraper and you stuck down on the floor-y

She like, Suzki, you remember me

Psyche, call me Dory

All these stones on my body thought I was workin' at the quarry

I might be camera shy, but today I'ma let you go record me

Codeine and Ramones, yeah, we gon' call it Rick and Morty

Love it when I talk, goin' on a tangent

All the opps got two gigabytes of RAM and like three kilobytes of bandwidth

Slap him in his face and now he banished

I just copped ten pounds? I ain't askin' what's the damage

That shit is of no concern to me

Bitch I'm in it, do it urgently

Bitch, I'm too cold, ain't no burnin' me

Are you up yet? Yes, bitch, certainly

Why you wanna know? You got eyes inside my pockets

Muhammad listened to me talkin', said, fuck it, you the prophet

If I'm the plug, then my city is the socket

I like cars how I like my women, all them bitches topless

I just get inside a booth and stay ten thousand percent honest

When it come down to the grind, you know Suzki always on it

When it come down to the grind, you know Suzki always on it