CANT STOP Lyrics

Headed to the top, no, I can't stop I'm just too lit, nigga, no, I can't stop

Money comin' in, I'm gettin' this guap Country man, when I'm smokin' this crop

Them haters know there's a bop You hoe niggas an ugly thot

These pretty bitches really some bots Your attitude, really a op

Spent a Andre, that's a quick shop She an entree , bev , came from her G-Spot

Expensive sippin, Colada ciroc, Godly diamonds, these Ragnaroks

You really the fool if you play the part You either on point, or not throwin' darts

Chokin' these bitches like my name was Darth You out of the fam, if you got no heart

If you don't move for next year, you're not movin' smart

Not ahead of myself, no early starts I went by myself, I got us in hard

You ain't got a hit like you barely involved New Bugatti, my last car evolved

New horsepower, me and new stars We in L.A., but she never falls

Splash, jelly bitches, mad when they, don't get a call

Hope I have three sons, like I'm LeVar Gotta stay on track, gotta go hard

Play your last, pathetic card 6 gram leaf, look like Cubans cigars

And you niggas bitches, and I hear the barks I'm gettin' this top while this blunt gone get sparked

I get up while drivin', I don't need a bar Headed to the top, no, I can't stop

I'm just too lit, nigga, no, I can't stop Money comin' in, I'm gettin' this guap

Country, man, when I'm smokin' this crop Them haters know this a bop

You hoe niggas an ugly thot These pretty bitches really some bots

Your attitude really a op Stop, what does it mean, what does it matter

I got these fingers lookin' like Saturn These niggas weird, and I see the pattern

Give me three wifies, good smoke at the tavern And I'ma keep goin' cause this shit my passion

And I kept these joggers like I'm Aladdin Don't call my phone when you been called Patrick

And don't get the training arc in the damn mattress

I kill the beat, belongs in the casket Why every song you drop be a damn catfish

This music's shit, more than a habit Respect that I got, validates the talent

Still got a long road and many challenges I'ma stay real, how am I handle it

We'll pick a Loomis with car full of bitches I need that Wayne phone call, I hope he there listen

Now, back to business to business Free thugger, thug a big smile like Dentist

Hope in the future we get a "just Hendrix" And here for the real, never pretend

Cold words like the AC, with the damn Ventin And if you gon' post, make sure you mention

Booth was on fire, that was a session I just went next dimension