Won't Stop (ft. Tuki Carter)

In the trap with some killers on the real

Real man, I am man

On the real, I'm in the trap with some killers

On the real, I'mma stack me a million

On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad

On the real, I just won't stop going hard

On the real, on it, on it

On the real, on it, on it

On the real, damn

On the real, on it, on it

Kush in my hands, wake up smoking them grams

She say I'm the man, can't keep her face out my pants

Hand full of rings, gold on my sink

Don't even fuck with you, fuck what you think

Covered in ink

Bitches in love with me cause of my money

I know there'd be days like this

But, never knew I would wake up, roll a joint

Do my thing, and get paid like this

I walk in the bank, the shark out the tank

I give 'em that thing, he gone aim and don't blink

He aimin', don't blink

I'm doing everything that you can't

Talkin' g's but you ain't 'round none

Get a pound in your city man, it ain't 'bout nothin'

If I gotta send it on a plane, I'mma get it

Give a fuck what a nigga think, boy I'm with it

You niggas some haters

You niggas not playas, you niggas is fakers

You niggas is faker than ghosts by (?)

You niggas did salty, high sodium

The fuck is you sayin'?

I'm focused on camera, the fuck is you sayin'?

You suckers is pussy

You focused on fuckin' the plans

Roll through the city, I'm rollin' with your ho

My nigga have no hope

I'm fuckin' your bitch and her pussy is so-so, be rolling up your dough

Your niggas ain't loyal, your whole crew was po-po but one of them rich

The rest of them (?), but most of you flex

A nigga that don't know you, don't know

My niggas got six cals more than your four-four

Pop up your top, one more shot to the top of your block

With that chop, you drop

You be talkin' no mo'

My bitches get bitches that come with

More bitches, ya'll niggas ain't got no hoes

We come to your city, we takin' your biddies and leavin' out with bolos

Your niggas is smokin' that 50,

Ya'll ain't even keepin' that shit hunna