Can't Stop Lyrics

Pull ups and rows

Back on a roll

Bout my figures

Can't lose. "Wait" they told me,

That drove me to bounce like tiger

My mental twins with a black card

They ain't too fond of limits

Just feel I got the juice now

So thank you for the lemons

Dear life, love Jimmy

Like ones who ain't fuck with me

Bus stops with a buck 50 in coins

Now they on dicks like a loin cloth

Took the narrative and flipped the script like a coin toss

Started from the back, he right on track, yet he's going off

Topic, not course. I push the pen like a bowling ball

Not on a golf course, they yelling four cause I'm going far

They spotted it miles away

On point, but it's harder to see a needle in piles of hay

I Separate myself, to put myself together

If that makes sense

So I can't promise that I'll be there for you

I can't make friends

From a full house

They like you got it dude. Mary-Kate

My favorite pink lady Frenchy

I bet that thing Perrier

(Now what they say?)

But them more wants than needs

And I don't need a lot

Don't like convertibles

She know I need the top

See me on go, they waiving hands, tryn' get me to stop.

See me on go, they waiving hands, tryn' get me to stop

A win but job ain't done

Need chips and fat cigars

No whistle when she blow

No hands like Patrick star

See me on go, they waiving hands, tryn' get me to stop

See me on go, they waiving hands, tryn' get me to stop

I don't need no intervention or no AA

Just seven zeros. Seven kitties, with the same grade

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Still want Bs tho

And nights with all my dream hoes Whenever I give the connect five, I say Bingo

Lingo when it's bread involved

I.Y.K.Y.K ya dig

Scared I just might die alone if I can't find Zendaya's twin

But shit I ain't to pressed on it

It's plenty different lovely sights

Feel like the new Kanye West

Wait til I get my money right

Frauds do the same, low key hoping I don't make it

Cause it ain't gon be sunscreen when I rub it in they faces

Maybe pie. That's what you do to clowns

Don't expect you to see it now, this for my future crown

I Rock it slanted

If this shit go how I plan it(planet)

I doubt it this rockets landing

Onlookers know he going far

Kids got a canon

Might D1… or two or these shawties

I know I told you be at ease but don't be too at ease shawty

I'm still focused on my cheese

Bottom line you might leave

But shit I'm still gon have a omelette

Bottom line I'm gon' eat

(Yeah the cheeks just a treat)

But them more wants than needs

And I don't need a lot

Don't like convertibles

She know I need the top

See me on go, they waiving hands, tryn' get me to stop.

See me on go, they waiving hands, tryn' get me to stop

A win but job ain't done

Need chips and fat cigars

No whistle when she blow

No hands like Patrick star

See me on go, they waiving hands, tryn' get me to stop

See me on go, they waiving hands, tryn' get me to stop

I don't need no intervention or no AA

Just seven zeros. Seven kitties, with the same grade

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye