STOP ON BY ft. Treezie Heart, Skooda & Cutty Ro Lyrics

Fuck sneak dissing in the circle

I'm wit the homie we both need

To smell like purple I'm chilling

And It's no commercials I let you

Know now my whole lifestyle is

Controversial it's like pick it up

Don't hurdle I blew the smoke

Now I'm Asian box turtle my Pops

Just so verbal time ticking theirs no

Reverse Yeah

I'm staying low to the ground stay alert

Watch it now a lot of that's happening

Universal so much loud I need rehearsal

Put my words i put together my memory

Messed up damn right my records unheard

Keyword I'm furred my shirt look blurred

Alcohol wet sure yes sir extra extra extra

I wish I could plan for the future like I plan

To see her reefa be loved speed up show love

I'm fresh on curbs through burbs

It's always something in my head not make me swerve

It's the fact that I'm not dead that make me live

I won't mother fuck her so won't you stop on by

You see me floating outside

Stop on by steady seeing stop signs I had the

Pain in my eyes you took the joy to

My smile that hurt I know you I need

A lor laughter we can talk about whatever

You know it don't matter You know

You know it don't matter Huh

Stop on by steady seeing stop signs I had the

Pain in my eyes you took the joy to

My smile I know you you know me I need

A lor laughter we can talk about whatever

You know it don't matter You know it don't matter

You know it don't matter we can talk about whatever

You know it don't matter Let's Go

Everyday I grind hard like a skater on the railer

Never give a F I ain't failing we can put a

Hater in the paper in the paper umma chase it

Take back when I was moving Sarah Palin

Plus you know I bake like a Jamaican or a

Haitian I'on waste it you can even see the

Smoke when I in inhale it when I in inhale it

We can talk about the weekend freaks for the

Pleasure or the beef or the streets or whatever

Or whatever all year long nigga heat was the

Weather cuz a nigga had the heat in the leather

300 block be deep like Greeks never let up

If you ain't talking bout money shut the hell

Up shut the hell up I'm on the road to the

Riches sipping liquor wit the fellas

Couple loud mouths wit me I'm wit the

Yellers you talking about your bank roll

I be wit the tellers blowing on purple you can

Smell us you can smell us come a lor closer

Nigga you can probably taste it contact high

Got you living in the matrix remy and the

Henny take a sip and then I chase it

So many bad memories I wish I could

Erase it my bitch bad but I'm tripping if

I chase her I hit her wit the dick

Then I replace her you tripping if you

You slipping If you ate her shorty ate the kids

She only want your paper

Never stopping optimizing realizing my

Potential my credentials are certified as

I ride threw that tew five on the next dive

I'm trying doing more to get by bitches fuck to

Get high get my mo ney that's right my

Suit my tie I pimp no lie don't try you'll

Die I grind 9 to 5 Grand Hustle T.I

My jews my shoes bitch I can't lose or

Choose or be a bigger fool than a white

Mouth mule Uh Yeah give me the action

I'm never slackin that's on the mackin

White bitch like Iggy Azalea yeah that's

What I'm attracting never backing down

Cruise the town wit the pussy pound

If you ain't get it then get it now you

Clown you frown sink or drown I swim

Cruise on by cuz I touch paper now never

Later never niggarted or worried about

Playa haters you turnt up but I turnt you

Down just like a fader concern about the

Money she mad because I didn't slay her

She caught the vapors fuck her now she

Breathing hard as dark vader got no love

For you scrubs that's you bum bitches

Ridiculous I rock when I spit this

Like Sid vicious uh