Can't Stop, Won't Stop

(Hmm) (No, no, oh, no, no, no) (Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, yeah, okay) Walking in the flee past the shirt stand Yo homie on a shirt, I think I knew him Send thirty on your block, let them blew them He killed my brother, nigga ooed them I'm screaming roll up, uh yeah I wear my hoodie in the summer baby girl How them bitches don't know us, yeah And I sound like the baby But I'm fresher than that bitch in that stroller Do you really feel me, something like doctor king they might kill me Uncle AL drilled number two, they might drill me Something like the future, mask off they gon' feel me Okay hold up, she tryna get a bag, she tryna blow up In her stomach from the back, but I ain't that tore her And the party almost over, she gon' fold up, yeah Like this, off the top she gon' think it's psychic Like a red hoe, she don't like shit But you know that I'm reckless And I'm all with a trick, but you still gotta check it Can't stop, won't stop Touch money, but we headed to the top Long as you touching money, them hoes gon' wanna fuck Yeah, say them hoes gon' wanna fuck She say Chism give me one more chance Stella got a back, but I ain't see that dance Feeling on her thighs now I'm deep in her pants She done caught feelings now she holding my hand Out in public, I know you love it Your ex-boyfriend lame, baby girl you should dub him You wanna have fun, so you screaming out fuck him Good girls, gang gang, you know they fucking First forty-eight, but I don't need no time Riding with the clock and you know this bitch at 9 Hit it from the back, I'm tryna break a bitch spine Ay, break a bitch spine Okay, throw up where you from Where I'm from, we like to buy guns Chevrolet sitting up and getting 24's Do it for your pride, don't do it for these hoes Stay up out that club, cause you know you got shows But you caught up with them hoes on that pole Grab that top, hit that drop, like Chipman in no six Hood niggas love hoe shit She's a stripper, bitch I'm from the city so I feel her She got kids, she's a wife, that's more realer She don't give a fuck about her nigga This is her life, (oh, yeah) she tryna get it right And she fucked up the night, she about to turn up She say she really wanna turn up (yeah) Down here I say them hoes get live All she need is a prick and she in her vibe You're sticking and rolling, look in her eyes She be vibing, look at her vibe I'm about to whew get it When she leave the crib, they be like who hit it Too hood in high school, yeah he too city And his brothers with him, yeah they too with it, yeah I'm screaming Can't stop, won't stop Touch money, but we headed to the top Long as you touching money, them hoes gon' wanna fuck Yeah, say them hoes gon' wanna fuck She say Chism give me one more chance Stella got a back, but I ain't see that dance Feeling on her thighs now I'm deep in her pants She done caught feelings now she holding my hand Out in public, I know you love it Your ex-boyfriend lame, baby girl you should dub him You wanna have fun, so you screaming out fuck him Good girls, gang gang, you know they fucking First forty-eight, but I don't need no time Riding with the clock and you know this bitch at 9 Hit it from the back, I'm tryna break a bitch spine Ay, break a bitch spine