Can’t Stop 3 (RIP TAKEOFF)

Lyrics

[Intro] Pop, (I love Kape, for real) pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop (​thr6xpack), Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop [Chorus] All you hear is shots, all you hear is shots All you hear is poppin', all you hear is pop Uh-uh, up, uh-uh, up Uh-uh, up, uh-uh, uh, up Wrap that boy up like a mummy, wrap 'em up like doc, doc, doc Do—, d-d-doc, doc, doc Anaconda, wrap that boy up, wrap that boy up knot, knot, knot Kn-kn-knot, kn-kn-kn-kn-kn-kn-knot And I told her not Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Na, na-na-na, na-na-na-not my type Yeah, I tell 'em "Eh, eh-eh-eh, eh-he-he, he-he-he, eh, eh, ye'" Ah, I can't stop Sip, sip-sip-sip, sip, sip, sip-sip-sip, sip, sip, sip-sip-sip, sip I need Cortisone Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And this shit go dumb Dumb, dumb-dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb-dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Record it tonight Ah, na-na-na, ah, ah, na-na-na Ah, ah, na-na-na, na [Bridge] Yeah, it go dumb Ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah We drop all this in the fall Le (Phew, phew) L-e (Phew) L-e (Ah) L-e [Verse] Chop go "Bang", these niggas go "Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah" Drop that bag on a nigga and go "Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha" And we took off in the Bentley, yeah, Bentayga-ga-ga That white bitch wanna give me top, called the lady back up I'm gon' hop up in this spaceship like "R.I.P Takeoff" Yeah they just might call me racist, how I drop these niggas off Boy, don't put me on your blog, backdoor open slime 'em out You niggas got ran down, that's your fault 223s came down, doin' they job 223s came down, lookin like fire Hollow tips hit a nigga, now his ah' blind Everybody got a switch, yeah, they on the rise Heard everybody got a blick, heard everybody got Bible And the .22 fit, don't need a marker Yeah, cut yo' throat if you ain't a rider Knock a snitch off, throw him in the water Hop on the track, yuh, feel like I'm Carter Hop on the track, yuh, feel like I'm Wayne Hollowtips bite, yuh, they got some fangs Slide in yo' city, I ain't worried 'bout your gang And I'm ridin' wit' yo' bitch, and know you 'bout to hate ABG, yeah, she call me "Bae" I ain't even make it, but I'm just sayin' Triple X on boy, yeah, look like a race Just like a pornstar, catch a shot in the face, yuh [Chorus] All you hear is shots, all you hear is shots All you hear is poppin', all you hear is pop Uh-uh, up, uh-uh, up Uh-uh, up, uh-uh, uh, up Wrap that boy up like a mummy, wrap 'em up like doc, doc, doc Do—, d-d-doc, doc, doc Anaconda, wrap that boy up, wrap that boy up knot, knot, knot Kn-kn-knot, kn-kn-kn-kn-kn-kn-knot And I told her not Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Na, na-na-na, na-na-na-not my type Yeah, I tell 'em "Eh, eh-eh-eh, eh-he-he, he-he-he, eh, eh, ye'" Ah, I can't stop Sip, sip-sip-sip, sip, sip, sip-sip-sip, sip, sip, sip-sip-sip, sip I need Cortisone Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And this shit go dumb Dumb, dumb-dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb-dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Record it tonight Ah, na-na-na, ah, ah, na-na-na Ah, ah, na-na-na, na