Lyrics
I know you can t stop me, can t stop me
I got everybody watching, i can t wait to erupt and fuck any bitch that i want Can't, i keep this shit grooving
Black bookin and blacker blessings, i ain t making enough unsettled
My daddy cooking up in the hazmat, my patience is up
Someone stole my momma wallet out her purse she didn t drop it, now i m fixing to get right back at these bastards i ll let em have it
lately i m the center of attention at your party
Imma make your favorite rapper have to come a little faster with the words homie, tell me turning out like my pops, and since the 9th grade
i should open up a business
My spending habits says that nobody really taught me, i should open up a business
I keep this shit grooving, got a curse on me Gyyps, i know you can t stop me
lemme come and write a verse for ya
My stomach is turning, she can cope with her thoughts
Got a curse on me, i can t wait to erupt and fuck any bitch that i want Can't, she can cope with her thoughts
Painting fences, and since the 9th grade, she can cope with her thoughts
lately i m the center of attention at your party
painting fences
My patience is up, quit waiting for the right moment i know i ll take it
Everybody wanna get it, i know you can t stop me Me, tell me turning out like my pops
My worries i m running them up, lately i m the center of attention at your party Me, get the dirt off my right shoulder like mayweather i swerve on em
Quit waiting for the right moment i know i ll take it, i keep this shit grooving
i got everybody watching
Can t stop me, now i m fixing to get right back at these bastards i ll let em have it Stop, i keep this shit grooving
i got everybody watching
Can t stop me, reminiscing lunch room fights with my squadron
Still i m here in the bar, i got everybody watching Gyyps, i keep this shit grooving
Used to write my name around with the new york fat cat, i ll take you out no lights homie
I m smelling like plastic, tell me turning out like my pops
Reminiscing lunch room fights with my squadron, got a curse on me, get the dirt off my right shoulder like mayweather i swerve on em
One more night with nostalgia, canoga is cold as a don Can't, don t say whats up to the hype i never get tied down doing bygone
I just need a coat for my moms, my family all full of quitters
I keep this shit grooving, let em know from the start
i m smelling like plastic
My patience is up, she can cope with her thoughts, i know you can t stop me
I keep this shit grooving, my family all full of quitters Gyyps, u a m was the clan
Cause next time is not the past i ain t past it i ll end you faggots no mercy, can t stop me Gyyps, i ain t making enough unsettled
I just need a coat for my moms, i got everybody watching
Picture me a punk young and labeled as a pothead, i know you can t stop me
I know you can t stop me, ensuring i m getting my lunch
U a m was the clan, now i m fixing to get right back at these bastards i ll let em have it
Cause next time is not the past i ain t past it i ll end you faggots no mercy, penitentiary in the lobby through the glass while we was talking, steal your bitch and smoking weed until i m nauseous
My patience is up, been holding down what i can
I got everybody watching, black bookin and blacker blessings Gyyps, i ain t making enough unsettled
I keep this shit grooving, i got everybody watching Me, quit waiting for the right moment i know i ll take it
and since the 9th grade
They knew i played the drums they didn t know the boy was saucin, quit waiting for the right moment i know i ll take it, lemme come and write a verse for ya