No Stopping ft. Jaiye Lyrics

I had to better myself

I had to work hard i ain’t lucky

Mans just got a son

No more child’s play no more chucky

Father died a gee

Hereditary, shout out popsy

Hop out with the ginger

Know you feel am but don’t touch me

Gifted, loved and trusted

Fuck with fam and you get busted

Dickheads cops they lurking

Toba fun won lowo woma cuff e

Niggas checking my drip

I’m too fly, shit mo dofe

They know we up all night

Work like a site, ain’t no stopping

They came in I dipped then

I ain’t gotta meet them

I ain’t with the pretend

Too fly, know

Hop out and go

They came and i dipped then

I ain’t gotta meet them

Panadol for you pain

Too much swag I’m obtained

Organize like a mob

You yarning dust, yarning dust

Cleaning up like a mop

You’ll be lost

Serving shots like a pub

Catch your sub when e drop

I had trap for the basic stuff

I got stoned when the going was tough

I still have to run through the rain and mud

I’m in field like Jurgen Klopp

Got in debt and i paid myself

Put in cell and I bailed myself

Fuck you talking if it ain’t bout the check

Fuck you talking if it ain’t bout the net

My dawg i pulled up in a nice one

So don’t approach him with an harsh tone

If I pull up in an Aston

All the girls know sey na Mad ting

A mil in the bank and I cash 10

250 on the dash move it fast then

Keep a glock in pants when crashing

When I step on the scene it’s a flex

Know a nigga had to run up a check

Patek on my wrist

And my bitch is on fleek

Know I just doubled my net worth

Step in the crib with a brick and a bitch

I had her come with her best friend

This ain’t no movie

This shit is real shiT

Know ion play bout the decimals

Shawty a tressh

Slut

So I can not fuck with a thot

I had to run up the racks

For mommy and daddy

Just straight off finessing

Pumping the gas

I was stunting

If I see a perc imma pop it

If I see a opp imma pop him

Get to the bag I be dashing

Get to the racks my nigga I’m stashing

Shout out my man ET on this one

I ain’t gotta say too much let’s pump it

We gon get to the bag

Get to the bag and stash it

Get to the cash and stash it

Panadol for you pain

Too much swag I’m obtained

Organize like a mob

You yarning dust, yarning dust

Cleaning up like a mop

You’ll be lost

Serving shots like a pub

Catch your sub when e drop