Can’t Stop

[Intro]
(Stop it)
(Do it)
Uh

[Chorus]
I can't stop, I won't stop (Can't)
I can't stop 'til I make it to the top
Applying that pressure, they want me to flop (Huh)
Got nothing but love like Heavy D
Faith in above, he blessing me (Uh, uh)
Nigga gon' hate from a distance
Duece of that red, I'm tipsy
Gotta stay ahead or you'll miss it
Taking them risks, I ain't pinching pennies
He can't get in, he ain't been to Fendi
Grind 'til the end of the last inning
Used to be broke, that's past tense
Kick down the door with the gang
Stuck with the change, I ain't worry 'bout fame
If you take losses, still gotta maintain (Loss)
I'ma go out same way I camе
Slatt

[Refrain]
Yeah, lot of money out herе, better get you some
Riding 'round town with a big ass bomb
So many touchdowns that I hurt my arm
Dirty racks on the way, got me itching my palms
Straight to the top, feel like LeBron

[Verse]
Can't hate on no nigga, I'll die before that
Cut his ass off 'cause you can't race with slatt
They tit-for-tat, no forward and back
Reach for the stars and nothing less
Good from the Wock', I copped the Tech
Don't do it at all, it was not your best
Roll ZaZa, ain't no point in stressing
Got took off and learned his lesson
Be the same nigga that talk and flop
Put in that work, look down from the top

[Chorus]
I can't stop, I won't stop (Can't)
I can't stop 'til I make it to the top
Applying that pressure, they want me to flop (Huh)
Got nothing but love like Heavy D
Faith in above, he blessing me (Uh, uh)
Nigga gon' hate from a distance
Duece of that red, I'm tipsy
Gotta stay ahead or you'll miss it
Taking them risks, I ain't pinching pennies
He can't get in, he ain't been to Fendi
Grind 'til the end of the last inning
Used to be broke, that's past tense
Kick down the door with the gang
Stuck with the change, I ain't worry 'bout fame
If you take losses, still gotta maintain (Loss)
I'ma go out same way I came
Slatt
Slatt

[Refrain]
Yeah, lot of money out here, better get you some
Riding 'round town with a big ass bomb
So many touchdowns that I hurt my arm
Dirty racks on the way, got me itching my palms
Scrape the top, feel like LeBron
Slatt
Yeah, riding 'round town with a big ass bomb
So many touchdowns that I hurt my arm
Dirty racks on the way, got me itching my palms
Straight to the top, feel like LeBron