Lyrics

[Intro] It's 1:50am, you know what I'm saying? Niggas gon' get this shit right no matter what Uh, yeah, uh [Verse] This year I'ma make more Gs, make more cheese And I did songs with Skateboard P Niggas is like, "What kinda style is he?" Designer, but all the best things in life are free I do this for my little brother like Phonte Bitch, my flow picante and this is just the entree I'ma do what the fuck I want, Waka And if they say they nicer, they some cons, they just Chaka And it's cranberry vodka Hope these niggas don't disturb me And don't you touch my back if your fucking hands are dirty I'm up early (I can't stop) And I got racks on racks on racks And got plaques on plaques on plaques Tell them to just calm down and relax Then it's lights out like Hornacek, Jeff Yes, pass me the torch, I'm gonna carry it Catch me at the Marriot, an underground Harriet Prolly caught the sackerton, I'll tell her mom what's happening I'll run all up in them laps, we meeting like some track events School more, milk and sweat, broom, chores, iTunes Tune chords, fit the kicks on my room floor (I can't—) I was there when Vain came, bro, what's up with that name change? This shit is my main thing Aim, aim, bang, bang That's wrong, son, we the ones on now; fuck it, we on one She just wanna kick it, no harm done I can never stop it, I'm trending, I'm a topic She make them other bitches hard to see, microscopic [Outro] Yeah, nigga I got it Xaph, just drop it (I can't stop) (I can't stop) (I can't stop) (I can't stop) (I can't stop) (I can't stop) (I can't stop) (I can't stop)