THIS SHIT DONT STOP ft. BlueHalotheAngel Lyrics

Only I can judge you now, at least that's what God say

I've been doing it how they want, I say let's do it my way, Ms. bad and bougie taken

So get these hoes from 'round me, you must have me sad mistaken, please don't take me lightly

We got to running shit soon as we stepped in, we ain't on that regular timing

2019, they was praying I fail that don't stop 'em from watching me shining

Everyone hard all of a sudden, all I see is pussy, so somebody lying

Shit going down bitch I'm already watching, I air it out, somebody dying

No I ain't no regular fella, I put your ass on the stretcher, I let her run then I catch her,

He think he good, but I'm better, he on the bench I'm a center Ha

No I'm not a rat, but I get to the cheddar talking that shit, you get hit with the shredder

Make him a ghost, now he walk on the ceiling, we do not give a fuck about how you feeling

Fuck how you feeling, fuck how you feeling, nigga act like he did all the drillings, killings

All these kids are grilling, sizzling, boy, you ain't did no dealing, you kidding?

Spend a bag and make it back quick, choppa make him do a back flip

We got smoke that's automatic, lose your life, yeah, that's a sad script,

Play it safe or play it tragic

And I've been hanging with a bad bitch, with the choppa feeling savage

Tryna put my mom in lavish, Halo feeling like the baddest, hate to see you in a casket

These demons hard to manage

Take his head and then I bash it

Tic-tac-toe, this love ain't like before, so, if I bash your head, don't say I told you so

Cause, I've been tryna stop it, but I ain't lost it, no I ain't lost it

This is my target, this is my market, bitch, I've been making all these profits Uh

Fly like some birds, we a flock, know that we do this a lot

We hit it right on the dot, never an option to stop

We came to spend like a lot, fuck with us, you gon' get dropped

Fuck with us, chopper go bra-pa-pa-pa

Yeah, the chopper go Bah, way too hard these niggas don't stop

And your mama's all on my jock, went 120 right past the cop

Not cooking the dope, but I'm stirring the pot

Boy, thinking it's sweet well we show him it's not

Boy, thinking it's sweet till he look at the dot

You talking that shit, you get split like a decimal, I got the glock and I shoot it real minimal

Look at my flow, you can tell it's intrinsical, I took his soul from him three-dimensional

Don't need a 50-round mag, cause I ain't gon' miss when I aim for the head

And I'm dressed in all black, boy scared I appear when he go to bed

Boy, why you talk like that? you know I don't fear nun

Boy, why you hating so bad? He surrounded by fake ones

That boy was talking that shit like he bulletproof, no no he couldn't even take one

They got me losing my patience, don't make me fuck up my cadence

All of these hoes, I won't save them, they tryna get to the bank, Yuh-uh

Wasting my time, lil bitch, you really got me fucked up