NONSTOP Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Yeah, let's go
What? What? What? Yeah
I don't keep it lowkey, you know I'm going all out
They call me Harden, yeah, you know I'm finna ball out
In a foreign car, zoom, yeah, you know I ain't gon' stall out
Yeah, my dick it harden when my shorty got my balls out
Woah, don't stop now
I be picking up all these P's nonstop now
I'm serving all the junkies and feens, won't stop, yeah
Sipping on the Wockhardt and lean nonstop, yeah
Nonstop, yeah
Woah, go, yeah I keep the flow up
In my zone, you know, yeah I'm finna show up
Bring the bowls to the hoes, all that shit can go around
You don't know my Zoe, yeah, Fivie bring the poles 'round
I'm with Kash in this bitch, yeah, we going hella crazy
Smoking on this designer pack, the room hazy
When I'm chilling with Swerv, yeah, you know we hell-raising
Too hot, like Impel Down way we blazing
Counting big bills, blue cash, yeah, we run it up
I can't sit still, do the dash, sipping on my cup
If you wanna try to play me or the gang, better buck up
If you talking all that smack, then you better shut the fuck up
Yeah, my money stretch like Luffy
I'm not acting goofy
Everything I do, I'm living life like it's a movie
Can't handle the toolie, you a bitch like you a Truly
One plus one, simple maths, you can't do me
I don't keep it lowkey, you know I'm going all out
They call me Harden, yeah, you know I'm finna ball out
In a foreign car, zoom, yeah, you know I ain't gon' stall out
Yeah, my dick it harden when my shorty got my balls out
Woah, don't stop now
I be picking up all these P's nonstop now
I'm serving all the junkies and feens, won't stop, yeah
Sipping on the Wockhardt and lean nonstop, yeah
Nonstop, yeah
I'm not popping the beans, I stopped, yeah
But if you treat this shit like a game, I'll pop ya
If you fucking round with the gang, call the Shotta
Choppa's and Draco's, you know they go gra gra
5eL next in the business, we the top one
I been grinding out my engineering, I'm just tryna drop sumn
Call me Tom Cruise, 'cause you know I got the Top Gun
You a hella slimy hoe the way you only tryna top sumn
Put this shit on HBO, I'm sorry Roddy, Crash the Box
I don't fuck with groupie ass bitches who be smoking rock
Desert Eagle act as a device to expand the plot
Better get the fuck out my way, else you getting shot
Yeah, Gucci my cologne
All these copycatting ass motherfuckers, they some clones
Dripping out in the Off-White and Heart made of Chrome
Locked in with the gang, I still did it on my own
I still did it on my own
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I don't keep it lowkey, you know I'm going all out
They call me Harden, yeah, you know I'm finna ball out
In a foreign car, zoom, yeah, you know I ain't gon' stall out
Yeah, my dick it harden when my shorty got my balls out
Woah, don't stop now
I be picking up all these P's nonstop now
I'm serving all the junkies and feens, won't stop, yeah
Sipping on the Wockhardt and lean nonstop, yeah
Nonstop, yeah