Chorus: 2x

Tell me Why would I stop, when they say I’m finna pop, say I’m hardest on the block, can’t stop like I run from cops, but bitch I don’t run from opps, learned to hustle from my pops, drip to hard I got the sauce, you can’t stop me Ima boss

Verse 1:

Shit keep pouring like iss voss bitch, I drip too hard like faucet, I’m finna start a mosh pit, I’m Hugo on some boss shit, you fuck wit me be cautious, I’m lyrically colossus, kill shit wit words I’m talking, I leave these boys in coffins, it’s up & you ain’t stopping, like bitch I’m gon be top 10, too fire yeah I’m arson, I’m out this world like martian, a mothafuckin star bitch, still hungry for this rap shit, yeah bitch I’m talking starving, paint pictures talking carving,

The illest on raps with this shit I just cough, the ones at the top yeah I’m knocking them off, they know I shine bright wit shit they some moths, too fresh & too clean like I mothafuckin floss, I’m handsome & yeah I’m so mothafuckin awesome, try steal my style these mothafuckas imposters, son em but they ain’t my kids they some fosters, bitch I’m a All Star like I’m

Rocking Converse, it ain’t bout money then we ain’t gon Converse, you never been in my shoes so don’t convers,-sate about me hear them talk like they stalkers, see that they watching they hate that I prosper, I’m in the field wit my team like the dodgers, yeah we stay winning they hate cuztheynotus, I ain’t a rookie bitch I am not novice, stacking up paper like I stay in office

Chorus: 2x

Tell me Why would I stop, when they say I’m finna pop, say I’m hardest on the block, can’t stop like I run from cops, but bitch I don’t run from opps, learned to hustle from my pops, drip to hard I got the sauce, you can’t stop me Ima boss

Verse 2:

Run over pedestrians like GTA don’t mess wit him, this shit is not no game but if it is I’m playing chess wit them, I’m just to way ahead of them, them boys I can’t be next to them, them hoes I can not rest wit them, like I’m a Presbyterian,

Them pussy boys I bury them, get shovel cemetery them, feel like,-I,-got,-the,-whole,-rap,-game,-on,-my,-back,-yeah I carry em, stay scoring making threes on them, feel like I am Librarian, I’m stacking all this paper getting checks I had to flex on them, we just might need a exorcist they say they put a hex on me, I’m sicker than a std, I do this shit,-effortlessly, I’m cooking got the recipe, I stay locked in lock like Otterbox, think (out the box) otterbox wit words I jot, yeah bitch I am unbreakable, been grinding wit these bars nonstop, nah I ain’t talking Candy Shop, but she gon lick my lollipop, I’m feeling like I’m Weezy F, fuck wit me then you gon get popped, they say I got the block so hot, I’m feeling like a Fireman try sparking shit I’ll put you out

Chorus: 1x

Tell me Why would I stop, when they say I’m finna pop, say I’m hardest on the block, can’t stop like I run from cops, but bitch I don’t run from opps, learned to hustle from my pops, drip to hard I got the sauce, you can’t stop me Ima boss