Thought I Was Gonna Stop

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Papoose] While y'all was on Clubhouse, I was in the dugout Waiting to get up to bat and knock a home run out Noriega thugged out, walking with my snub out No serial numbers on the side, they was rubbed out I'll give you a blood bath, then I'll let the blood out Pull the stopper out of the bottom and drain the tub out Know my way through any hood, nigga what you talkin' 'bout? You follow the GPS, I just take the thug route Eighteen years, can't wait 'til they let my cuz out Couldn't believe it when the words came out the judge mouth Had to use candles 'cause we blew the lightbulbs out Sleeping on a bum couch, I livе in a drug house He said I ain't like that, man, that nigga buggеd out Like what? Nigga, I'll shoot your fuckin' mug out Mama said, "Pull your pants up," I got cussed out Used to wear my sneakers like Jordan with the tongue out [Chorus: Papoose] Thought I was gon' stop? I'm offin' 'em off top I'm the talk of New York, I walk with the hawk and the four cocked Make all of 'em call cops, they frozen, they broads stop This shit doggin', make sure when I let it off, it's a sure shot Heard his crib is like Fort Knox, who said I was gon' knock? Using force on the door, dog, I'ma give him a bald spot I'm slaughtering all opps, I'm ordering more Glocks Like Optimus in his prime, I'm strong as an Autobot, ha [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] 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, fuck 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 rug rats So she gon' have to chug that I'm like Tom Brady, still ballin' where the Bucs at Young Money, young man, YM