Can’t Stop

Lyrics

[Intro] (BeatGang) (Pooh, you a fool for this one) [Verse 1: BandGang Paid Will] They think I'm out my mind, see me smokin' all the time I can do this shit with ease, God, strike me if I'm lyin' Shootin' dice in the spot, bet a thousand on the five 'Cause bro come home in five if they don't play him on his time I'm one of a kind, you can see it in my eyes Established in '98, you old niggas out of time Bought my first car with Kev before I learned how to drive When that pressure on, nigga, just be ready for that ride I rode with all wolves, I don't think you can survive Make this shit look good, and I don't even be tryin' Ducked behind tint, the ho I'm with, she a dime Only got her for the night 'cause the bitch ain't really mine (Nigga) I can't stop sippin', think I'm addicted Bitch, I keep me some drank You can keep your Swisher, I ain't hittin' it I stuff my cookie in leafs [Chorus: BandGang Paid Will & BandGang Masoe] I can't stop smokin', can't stop pourin' I'm addicted to weed Bitch, mind your business, fuck your opinion I don't care what you think I can't stop smokin', can't stop pourin' I mix that cookie with lean Bitch, mind your business (RIP DaDa Winning, nigga) Fuck how you feeling (Money) I don't care what you think [Verse 2: BandGang Masoe] I'm addicted to this lean, I'm up, ain't catchin' Z's (Uh) Settle for the red, it fucked me up seein' niggas drinkin' green Stomach hurtin', bitch, I'm sick if I ain't got no drank Put that shit out, ain't strong enough, you must ain't copped from Paid Charge eight for days, try to stop, I'm stuck inside these ways I'm from that 90 era lean like crack, we react with K's I've been out here all day, still got some hustle in me Bitch, you can stop runnin' your mouth when this cup get empty I done rolled like twenty, still tryna roll like twenty Eight from Sundays, pharms closed, niggas chargin' sixty (Damn) I done ran through plenty, still tryna run through plenty Just have some patience with us, we came from takin', not givin' (Uh-huh?) On the mode like we supposed to be Feds watchin', but I'm clownin' like I'm overseas Won't catch me with him if he anything less than a G (A stack) Three in my burners, got this shit lookin' like Hennessy (Money, nigga), money [Chorus: BandGang Paid Will] I can't stop smokin', can't stop pourin' I'm addicted to weed Bitch, mind your business, fuck your opinion I don't care what you think I can't stop smokin', can't stop pourin' I mix that cookie with lean Bitch, mind your business Fuck how you feeling I don't care what you think