Lyrics to Stop
Fuck, i need to go get a beer
I'm back
Now how the fuck do i open this thing (i don't know don't fuckin' ask me nigga what the fuck)
Cheers
Uh, uh fuck (chug chug) uh i shouldn't have done that
Don’t stop! (huh)
Until you get enough
Pussy niggas they be stopping it
Dropping it
Going rough
It never stop
So fight if you gotta
I be at the bottom of a bottle throwing up
Cuz that’s the motto
Lil nigga never stop
Might stomp out a nigga
If he talk that shit
Like i’m bout that positivity
But blood might drip
Out yo lip
If you talking bout my family
Niggas wanna tanner me
Niggas wanna darker me
Niggas wanna bark at me
I be at the park you see?
Chilling
I am not a hero but certainly not a villain
Since the beginning all my niggas wanna do is make a killing
Yeah i’m chilling
Yeah i’m calm as a bitch
Yeah i don’t wanna work wit you
Karma’s a bitch
Yeah you fucked up
Leaving comments and shit
Got the sweat on my dick
Get wet from the stick
Let it go!
I know better now
I know better than to trust you niggas
Obsessed with ya numbers why you must do bigger?
I wanna know! what complaining what the fuss do nigga
When you tweak, all it do is make you weak
Yeah i smoked so many backwoods that they swishers to me
She imagining a shower when she picture my pee
Whatchu know?
Whatchu know about me
I got problems i got issues, ain’t no tissues for free
Whatchu know?
Whatchu know about me really?
Yeah you see me on the internet
You think that mean you feel me?
You don’t know (you don't)
You don’t know if this a bb gun
Or if i got a real one underneath my fucking tv
Hey 12? (hey sir officer?)
Suck my dick!
Throw 13 shots nigga duck my clip
Got 14 cops wanna search my crib
I ain’t wanna shoot that nigga
But he hurt my kid
Be a good dad
Nigga imma be a good dad
Yeah my son gon have them pencils and papers up in his book bag
I won’t tell my daughter what she should ask
Yeah we got depression tell my children gotta push past
I grin knowing we will all be forgotten
I grin knowing that i scream this for nothing
I grin knowing that the time isn’t stopping
I smile as the fruit become rotten
I grin knowing we will all be forgotten
I grin knowing that i scream this for nothing
I grin knowing that the time isn’t stopping
I smile as the fruit become rotten
Hmmm, my stove electric
I pulled up to the show and i ain’t even had a set list
I guess i’ll have to cook it up i’m whipping hoe let’s get this
I dropped em on the block
For talking reckless like Tetris
Eating i got lettuce
Bread
Bagel like your head
Using maple for the spread
I’ll be naked til i’m dead
Baking baking lots of bread
Bacon bacon raw and red
You running out of food
Whatchu do
Getchu fed
Stove top
Coke rock
Whipping in the kitchen
Til i’m rich and got a bitch
That season chicken right
Don’t pick a fight
Let it choose you or your screws loose
I don’t know if niggas really thinking mike?
Licking mics
(licking sound)
Hop up on my dick until it thicken
I get bricks and make em pebbles
Put the petal to the medal
Time is ticking
Burn a pedal
Make it quicken
If my stove was human definitely stick my dick in
Don’t stop! (huh)
Until you get enough
Pussy niggas they be stopping it
Dropping it
Going rough
It never stop
So fight if you gotta
I be at the bottom of a bottle throwing up
Don’t stop! (huh)
Until you get enough
Pussy niggas they be stopping it
Dropping it
Going rough
It never stop
So fight if you gotta
I be at the bottom of a bottle throwing up
Cuz that’s the motto
Lil nigga never stop
I'm back
Now how the fuck do i open this thing (i don't know don't fuckin' ask me nigga what the fuck)
Cheers
Uh, uh fuck (chug chug) uh i shouldn't have done that
Don’t stop! (huh)
Until you get enough
Pussy niggas they be stopping it
Dropping it
Going rough
It never stop
So fight if you gotta
I be at the bottom of a bottle throwing up
Cuz that’s the motto
Lil nigga never stop
Might stomp out a nigga
If he talk that shit
Like i’m bout that positivity
But blood might drip
Out yo lip
If you talking bout my family
Niggas wanna tanner me
Niggas wanna darker me
Niggas wanna bark at me
I be at the park you see?
Chilling
I am not a hero but certainly not a villain
Since the beginning all my niggas wanna do is make a killing
Yeah i’m chilling
Yeah i’m calm as a bitch
Yeah i don’t wanna work wit you
Karma’s a bitch
Yeah you fucked up
Leaving comments and shit
Got the sweat on my dick
Get wet from the stick
Let it go!
I know better now
I know better than to trust you niggas
Obsessed with ya numbers why you must do bigger?
I wanna know! what complaining what the fuss do nigga
When you tweak, all it do is make you weak
Yeah i smoked so many backwoods that they swishers to me
She imagining a shower when she picture my pee
Whatchu know?
Whatchu know about me
I got problems i got issues, ain’t no tissues for free
Whatchu know?
Whatchu know about me really?
Yeah you see me on the internet
You think that mean you feel me?
You don’t know (you don't)
You don’t know if this a bb gun
Or if i got a real one underneath my fucking tv
Hey 12? (hey sir officer?)
Suck my dick!
Throw 13 shots nigga duck my clip
Got 14 cops wanna search my crib
I ain’t wanna shoot that nigga
But he hurt my kid
Be a good dad
Nigga imma be a good dad
Yeah my son gon have them pencils and papers up in his book bag
I won’t tell my daughter what she should ask
Yeah we got depression tell my children gotta push past
I grin knowing we will all be forgotten
I grin knowing that i scream this for nothing
I grin knowing that the time isn’t stopping
I smile as the fruit become rotten
I grin knowing we will all be forgotten
I grin knowing that i scream this for nothing
I grin knowing that the time isn’t stopping
I smile as the fruit become rotten
Hmmm, my stove electric
I pulled up to the show and i ain’t even had a set list
I guess i’ll have to cook it up i’m whipping hoe let’s get this
I dropped em on the block
For talking reckless like Tetris
Eating i got lettuce
Bread
Bagel like your head
Using maple for the spread
I’ll be naked til i’m dead
Baking baking lots of bread
Bacon bacon raw and red
You running out of food
Whatchu do
Getchu fed
Stove top
Coke rock
Whipping in the kitchen
Til i’m rich and got a bitch
That season chicken right
Don’t pick a fight
Let it choose you or your screws loose
I don’t know if niggas really thinking mike?
Licking mics
(licking sound)
Hop up on my dick until it thicken
I get bricks and make em pebbles
Put the petal to the medal
Time is ticking
Burn a pedal
Make it quicken
If my stove was human definitely stick my dick in
Don’t stop! (huh)
Until you get enough
Pussy niggas they be stopping it
Dropping it
Going rough
It never stop
So fight if you gotta
I be at the bottom of a bottle throwing up
Don’t stop! (huh)
Until you get enough
Pussy niggas they be stopping it
Dropping it
Going rough
It never stop
So fight if you gotta
I be at the bottom of a bottle throwing up
Cuz that’s the motto
Lil nigga never stop
