Can't Stop - Eli Fross: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Can't Stop

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Can't Stop was released on November 25, 2020 by Winners Circle/RCA Records as a part of the album CESAR

Song Details

AlbumCESAR

Release DateNovember 25, 2020

LabelWinners Circle/RCA Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM84

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Eli Fross

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Elijah Quamina

Songwriter

Johnathan Scott

Johnathan Scott

Songwriter

Karel Jorge

Songwriter

Jeremy Soto

Songwriter

Joseph Boyden

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Great John

Producer

SephGotTheWaves

SephGotTheWaves

Co-Producer

Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel

Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel

Mixing Engineer

Boone McElroy

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah

Rip little bro Todd

Stack, stack, stack, stack

Great John on the beat by the way

I got shootas look

Stack up that bread like I'm Jewish, look

(Hook)

Hop out and blast, I got shootas, look (huh)

Stack up that bread like I'm Jewish, look (huh)

Big 40 on me, have you lookin' up

And I ain't cuffing on, no thought, I need groupie love

Ridin' through that storm by my lonely

I Know these **** watching, so it's on me

You could get shot, could get popped

Once I start shooting, can't stop (bow, pop, pop)

Hop out and blast, I got shootas, look (huh)

Stack up that bread like I'm Jewish, look (huh)

Big 40 on me, have you lookin' up

And I ain't cuffing on no thought, I need groupie love (huh)

Ridin' through that storm by my lonely (yeah)

I Know these **** watching, so it's on me (yeah)

You could get shot, could get popped (ooh, yeah)

Once I start shooting, can't stop (huh)

No I cannot stop, tell me why would I stop?

If I hesitate to finish him, I might die

She love the way I be drillin' it, like she my opp

I keep a choppa type a the minute and I'm on time

And it's gon' be my time, when I'm gon' die

Don't be cryin' at my funeral, we outside

They listen to me 'cause I'm lyrical, don't just rhyme

Pussy tell me this shit is clinical, call my man

Just a year ago I was bummy

I was rocking the same jeans, gettin' booked for tryna make some money

I was hungry, chop a rat like a mummy

In my city, I got beef

I'ma smoke him if he start to fronting, not for nothing

**** mad and **** stuntin'

There's too much money to start beef

These **** out here really, hungry

Now bluffin', smoke this gas and count these hundreds

Let your bitch blow my meat

Send her back to you like it was nothing, stupid dummy ****

(Hook)

Hop out and blast, I got shootas, look (huh)

Stack up that bread like I'm Jewish, look (huh)

Big 40 on me, have you lookin' up

And I ain't cuffing on no thought, I need groupie love

Ridin' through that storm by my lonely

I Know these **** watching, so it's on me

You could get shot, could get popped

Once I start shooting, can't stop

Hop out and blast, I got shootas, look (huh)

Stack up that bread like I'm Jewish, look (huh)

Big 40 on me, have you lookin' up

And I ain't cuffing on no thought, I need groupie love (huh)

Ridin' through that storm by my lonely (yeah)

I Know these **** watching, so it's on me (yeah)

You could get shot, could get popped

Once I start shooting, can't stop

Written by: Elijah Quamina, Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Joseph Boyden, Karel Jorge

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