Pause It ft. Cho Lyrics

Pause it, yeah

Yeah, pause it

I blow the deposit

I got ten bands, it's all in my pocket

Your girl in my gram, I had to block it

Me and gang, we in a V

We ridin' around town, it's so opp that we see it

W-Why did bro try to flee the scene

He can't get around, like we set a screen

Now I'm feelin' real geeked, he tryna-he tryna hide

You know I'mma seek, like like its track you run away

But you know these bullets follow you

These guns, yeah, they finna hollow you

Your girl in my DM's like, what's up? I wanna swallow you

Like a teacher, who gonna die? You know that I called on you

Forenuh on top, I cannot miss

Phone on the counter if you wanna kiss

Runnin' it up, I feel like I'm him

In these bands, I'm tryna swim

In deep pants, they feel to the brim

You too close, you gotta back up

Designer clothes, you know they racked up

You act too scary, you gettin' packed up

You can get humbled if you wanna act up

It's Forenuh season, it cannot rain

What

Walk in that building, I'm almighty pain

I'm too good, I go super saiyan

Nigga you sweet like a sugar cane

I'm walkin' real normal, I'm swingin' my chain

I don't give a fuck bout what you sayin'

I-I-I got a hater on me, she eater for me

And you know she finna eat it for free

Chop on me finna shoot it, yeah

He want smoke he get dumped

Niggas be all bout these bitches

I'm all about money, I'm all about my funds

I got a bankroll in my pocket, honey bun

He want smoke choppa clip yo lungs

Talkin' down, send you to the sun

Give a fuck bout that nigga, he not my son

Somehow he still my son (lil boy)

Bullet vest and we go

fwah

Talked about you get

dumped

We finna clip your

lungs

.556 go

dumb

She wanna swallow me

Wanna follow me

But I cant go that way

.556 they hit his face

Feel like Tay-k, I did the race

Uh

Man, I just run it up, run it up, run it up

Look at my money, man, that shit be pilin' up

I'm from the creek, man, I cannot lose

Got 24 on the back of my shoes

Talk to me nicely nigga

White hoe like ice cream, nigga

Sippin' on sparkly, nigga

You want your thot, come get her

Don't want your thot, been hit her

Wockhardt kids not little

Speakin' bout the liter

Don't want her, you can't keep her

Don't want her, she not a keeper

You wanna play with sticks, let's play with sticks

We catch that nigga lacking

You know we gon blitz

It's all about money, money, money

Give a fuck about a bitch

We count hunnids and hunnids

Nigga and that's it (run on this money)

But I bet they thought I was done

This red dot aim at your lungs

We countin' up funds just for fun

He want smoke, this choppa go dumb

I'ma keep shootin' til' that bitch cramp

I'ma keep shootin' till' my finger cramp

Stretch that boy, give a fuck bout a cramp

We finna break that nigga legs no cramp

I'm finna pause it

Niggas be fruit, stay in the closet

Can't fuck with you, lil' nigga, stop it

I stay in my bag, you cannot drop it

I put the creek right on the map

Say that we sorry, why did you cap

Bitch, I'm the goat

Huh, huh, man, I'ma pause it