stop it

Lyrics

{Intro} Nate GloryTee [Chorus] Racks they fit in my pocket These niggas they just talkin' I told that lil bitch to stop it Bro got a frrrrr Bro got a gun, he gon' spark it I got the green like a martian [Verse] Uhh, I'm in this bitch and I'm sick, yah Look at my fit cost yo rent, yeah Smokin' on gas by the cent, yeah Wock and it still got me bent, yeah All black windows it's tint, yeah She wanna come to my place Chains on my necklike a slave That bitch a thot can't be saved Nigga you don't wanna race These niggas broke and its tragic, yeah I got a line Ima pass it Drug test I won't pass it These niggas talkin' then pass it Ima be back on my dad shit Put that lil' boy in a casket That nigga be on that rat shit She like that I be on rap shit I need somе cough syrup Have anybody got syrup? Please don't try to bе a hero I need the money, dinero You keep that blick, I don't fear hoes That boy get shot like a b-roll You fake, I see through the peephole My bitch she bad and I'm [?] Yeah, these niggas keep on dissin' I'm sippin' drop yeah, the tristin She wanna fuck yeah, I get it I'm finna run up some digits All of ya'll rappers some bitches Look at my neck it's pissin' Y'all niggas got me pissed off Police they took my dawg This bitch annoyin' fuck off You don't like me fuck y'all Fuck y'all Yeah, fuck y'a- [Chorus] Uhh, Racks they fit in my pocket These niggas they just talkin' I told that lil bitch to stop it Bro got a frrrrr Bro got a gun, he gon' spark it I got the green like a martian