Thought I Was Gonna Stop
2 Chainz, Papoose, Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes, Remy Ma
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Papoose, Papoose While y'all was on IG, I was in the Mazi Drop-top, I be in that foreign like I'm Fivi' Hustled in your building, and you couldn't stop me Like the homie Jim Jones, I be in the lobby Nigga tried to hit me two times with the shotty Missed me, I dodged both shots, Kyrie Do it anywhere, having sex in the Bugatti Nobody couldn't see us 'cause the windows got foggy Flames try to rob me, it's gon' be a homi' I hope the president'll pardon me, I'm sorry Used to move like Billy the Kid, don't try me Young gun, I was a YG like Yo Gotti This is the remix, I'm loading up three clips I created the wave, now all of these rappers are seasick Like Juicy J, I tell you to your face you can eat a dick We can fight on the stage like Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, Three 6, ha Collegrove I would a put a hook right here (yeah) But I'm finna snap on all y'all niggas When you was on a Zoom call, I was at the pool hall Crew tall, big ol' nuts like blue balls Who y'all? When I met the plug in the U-Haul Draco like a pool stick, I don't need a pool ball Y'all niggas lying but that's nothing new to y'all I don't care if I call around lunch, it's still a booty call Trapping, I was too involved, the pistol still my bodyguard Brooklyn, Hollygrove and College Park I'm a star like the ceiling the in the R&R Got a couple restaurants, we can go bar for bar We can go (we can go), we can go (yeah), hardy har' I throw this paper tag at you from my foreign car Pimping like I'm Mally Mall (mh) really no thought at all I got this, I got this bitch here from wall-to-wall I ain't been dabbin' on the molly 'cause of Fentanyl You can ask these Cartier glasses, I done seen it all Toni, yeah 2 Chainz (Rem') While y'all was getting U-E, I was still U-P On a Lil Yachty with my Migos like I'm QC With my lil' baby in peace, spending some QT I been it, yes, the only Nas I heard is from QB Used to shoot groupies, now I shoot movies And try to stay away from the Mickey Mouses and Goofy's They rap like lil' Paps, yep, they little pussies I don't care what I say out my mouth, Lil Boosie I'm a New York City girl, keep a lil' Uzi And tell niggas, "Suck my dick", a lil' juicy I get busy, bitch, you can't do me Do I look like BBD, you hoochie groupie? Thought I was gon' stop 'cause all of these whores popped Should work for Amazon, the way all of 'em throw box These bitches is all thots and everything I do They Rolex, Piguet and Patek, they all watch Yo, you don't really want it fam, make you do the Running Man And bag your bitch, head she give was better in the Cullinan Everything I touch, I make it hot until your color tanned Hard of hearing nigga, see the blicka make ya understand Quick to see ya blow the money, sick about a hundred grand Still the type to wrap a hundred grand in couple rubber band 'Til you do the chillin', send that message to his other man So unfortunate that most you niggas do not know the plan While I pour this liquor, see the weapon in my other hand Step in like a giant when you niggas hide the contraband Damn, holy and sacred like the motherland Making movies you been watching over like it's on demand They on fire 'til they hot and tired and I bought a fan Pfft, a lot of water pouring out they glands No permission I be in the kitchen with the pots and pans Pap', I got 'em, let me pop and put 'em in a jam While y'all been on TikTok, I been on B.I.G., Pac Big Glock, it's Alfred Hitchcock, get your kid rocked Silk shock a nigga like P brother, tree lover Fell in love with a bitch, my bitch just told me she love her We run it, been running this shit, I can't feel my legs Your brother got them birds, have my niggas come and steal his eggs I be on a million meds, I can put your doctor on Dana White diamonds on, stones look like a octagon Can't stop, f*ck you if you think not The gun pop, the gun ring, you suck it like a Ring Pop Had to do my thing, Pap, had to let the snub blap Riding 'til the wheels fall off, no hub cap All this mud in my cup and I don't need no mud flaps I don't need no hug, dap, I don't need no rugrats So she gon' have to chug that I'm like Tom Brady, still ballin' where the Bucks at Young Money, young man, YM
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