Nonstop

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Huh, time is money, I ain't— (Tommy II) Time is money, I ain't stoppin' 'less the— huh Uh-uh-uh Haha, time is money, I ain't— [Verse] Time is money, I ain't stoppin' 'less the clock do You won't never catch me switchin', but my Glock do White and yellow gold, how the fuck my watch blue? If I catch him, I'ma put him up on FOX News Bro'll pop a couple tags, pop an opp, and go and pop shrooms I got all these boogers in my buffies like an achoo I like bitches mean, it's only fitting that they rock Rhude Tryna cop a fuckin' rocket launcher, all my opps doomed Ha, I'm finna blow 'em up Twist my fingers to an M and then I throw 'em up He done checkеd the lo', he sick, he know his ho with us All that brakin' for thе broke, won't catch me slowin' up If I ain't showin' out, then I ain't showin' up Me and ganger cut from different cloths, boy, you can't sew with us I told bro to kick the cup, he don't think four enough I done made the wave and got a boat, they tryna row with us (Me and ganger cut from different cloths, boy, you can't sew with us) (I done made the wave and got a boat, they tryna—) Get more jacks in than Michael, tell a bitch beat it I been thinkin' 'bout a bag ever since fetus Ho get kicked to the curb, she don't lick penis How she playin' with them racks, think my bitch Venus I could take a bitch to Mars, whip look like a spacecraft Catch me gettin' face from your baby like I'm Ray ass In my bag, bitch, I'm glad, tell 'em stay mad I was in the storm thuggin', waitin' 'til that rain passed Got my wrist iced, got my bitch iced Pulled up on us thinkin' we ain't cut and got his shit sliced Dog Shit Militia, we ain't— huh Dog Shit Militia, we ain't barkin', we take big bites Thermal scope, he play it hot-headed, he gon' get sniped Always knew that I was gettin' left if I ain't get right All my bitches bad as fuck, I think that they should get life How I'm feelin', I'm the shit, I think I need to get wiped Supreme fanny with a weapon in it He don't need to buy a pair of kicks, 'cause he ain't steppin' with it I got six, but my bank account need seven digits Funny he ain't see no checkered flag but he already finished Chop with the leg, tryna kick buddy You can catch me uppin' pape' with my rich buddies Playin' with my blood, shit'll get bloody All I know is get pape, get fetti, get money Call the Dog Shit Militia, bet they sick buddy I know he ain't got no pape' 'cause his bitch bummy Why the fuck would I throw fists when they make blicks, dummy? Funny she allergic to 'em, but I left her lips nutty Haha, Dog Shit Militia, bitch (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Tommy II)