Can’t Be Stopped

Lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike] (Enrgy made this one) Bitch You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga Tee, what up? Gramz, what we doin', nigga? Fuck goin', yeah, free Rio [Verse 1: RMC Mike] Catch him flexing on my block, we gon' spray the whip Whole team catching bodies, I got eight assists Catch him lurkin' through his hood, we gon' plead the fifth We ain't drinking on no pint, we gon' play the fifth I got a bullet in my Glock with your name on it Bitch talking crazy with the lips, so I came on it Got a hundred rounds on this bitch, ain't gotta aim on it She couldn't make me nut from the head, we had a strange moment Old-school all white like cocaine on it I tell a mic' all my life like it's pain on it Brodie wanna know how to come up, I put the game on him A thousand rounds of 5.56 make it rain on him [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] I just drunk a pint of Don Juli', I got a hangovеr I told this bitch I ain't tryna fuck, bring her brain over Fuck the opps, I hopе this Draco make it rain on them I just got fire-ass top from your main woman She tried to charge me for the pussy and I paid for it That Rollie fit my wrist like it was made for it If the opps try to hit the block, we got K's for them Twenty-five hundred for a post, that's a paid story Niggas rentin' out they crib [?] Nigga, fuck Louis Vuitton, I just came Jordan Since we talking 'bout that ice, I just came Jordan I'm finna R.K.O. a nigga like Randy Orton [Verse 3: Baglife Tee] I just left Golden Sun, I know you can't afford it I'ma cop some Off-Whites, I don't fuck with Jordans No, I cannot rap for free, they be paying me for it I'm finna take over the game, bitch, I'm Randy Orton If I had your bitch in my room, then she got recorded I don't wanna listen to your music 'cause your shit distorted If I fuck and don't call you back, bitch, you not important I just sold some Trish to a nigga, he thought it was Morton I just popped two 10s, now I'm feeling normal Cartier skelly on my wrist when I'm feeling formal My nigga clutch a Gen5, I just thought I'd warn you I could've killed dog the other night, but I played it cordial [Verse 4: RMC Mike] Bro, I need another Perc', Scotty, beam me up I just called a lil' freak and told her eat me up I think I went to school for nothing, they ain't teach me shit No, I cannot take you out, but you can eat this dick AP busting on my wrist look like a chandelier When I pop, you niggas fizz like a can of beer Missionary out the question, I'ma ram the rear Told her close her eyes and make a wish, I make a band appear [Verse 5: YSR Gramz] I was broke back then, I'm the man this year Fuck around and drop 2023 RAM this year You gotta be up at least a hundred just to stand in here I'm looking for a bitch to fuck, bring a fan in here Who the fuck let that lil' bitch jam band in here? I heard you don't know how to fuck your bitch, you an amateur You be giving freak bitches money, you a hamateur If I fuck her off this liquor, I'ma damage her [Verse 6: Baglife T] My first time on the road, I hit a manager [?] said she ain't had enough, I said, "Damage her" Double back, then double backed again, I kept smacking her I miss when I used to meet KTrip on Lavender I keep this big bitch with me like my name was Norbit Flint niggas only talk shit, they say we need some orbit This nigga thought he bought a six, he ain't know I shorted This Cartier came skeleton, cost a nigga mortgage